Free Redemption (The Keepers of Hell Book 3) by DANIELLE JAMES

moment and then she opened the door. She ran for hell or high water to her car. She slammed the door and jammed her keys into the ignition. Jake watched as she peeled out of the driveway and sped off into the night.
         Jake knew the husband was dead. As well he should be , he thought. That man had been a monster and he deserved his fate. He followed Lucy down the street and into town. He had to keep flashing himself to keep up with her. She didn’t make it far. She took a corner too fast and the car lost its traction against the asphalt. It careened into the opposite lane and into oncoming traffic. Lucy yanked the wheel to her left in an attempt to try to correct her slide, but it was useless. A pickup truck laid on its horn and locked its brakes up, fish tailing away from her. The car veered back into her lane and then kept going. It finally slammed into a telephone pole. Jake heard the crunch of metal and breaking glass and prayed that she was all right.
         He got close to the vehicle and saw her sitting in the driver seat. She had thought to put on her seat belt, thank God. She was breathing and she would live. He let out his breath. She would be all right. That was, until her car caught fire.
         The engine ignited and it didn’t take long for the flames to engulf the car. Lucy was unconscious in the front seat. She had to get out! He needed to call for help. What was he supposed to do? A flash of memory smacked him right in the face. It was Ash telling him to never put his fire out again. Of course! That was it! Jake willed the flames into submission, and finally, all that was left of the inferno was a cloud of thick, black smoke. He heard sirens in the air and knew that someone had already called 911. Help was on its way.
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         Shelly had followed Jake. She had marked him for a reason and this was precisely it. How dare he take an interest in another woman? Hadn’t she made it clear that he belonged to her? Apparently not. And look what he did! She made it there just in time to see him snuff out the flames on that woman’s car.  He wasn’t supposed to interfere!
         She made herself known by grabbing his arm and flashing them both back to Hell.
         They materialized outside of Ash’s office.
         “What the fuck?” Jake demanded.
         “You’re in deep shit, that’s what,” she told him.
         “For what?”
         “Ash, open the damn door,” Shelly called to their leader. The doors opened and she drug Jake in with her.
         Jake saw Ash sitting behind his desk, Antonio at his side. They were studying something on the computer screen, but both heads were staring at him and Shelly right at that moment. He also noticed there was still a caged man in the corner of the room.
         “How long is he going to stay there?” Jake asked.
         “Until I figure out what to do with him,” Ash answered. “What is going on here?”
         Shelly stepped up. “I’ll tell you what’s going on!” she yelled. “This fucktard just saved that woman’s life. He isn’t supposed to interfere.”
         “She was going to die,” Jake defended himself.
         “He put out the flames on her car,” Shelly explained. “I saw it.”
         Jake’s head whipped around to look at her. “What are you, my stalker?”
         Shelly humphed. “More like a babysitter.”
         “I didn’t ask for your help,” Jake countered. “And I don’t need a nanny.”
         “Well, apparently you need to be watched.”
         “Shut up,” Jake snapped.
         “Fuck off,” Shelly replied.
         “You are such a bitch,” Jake said.
         “You’re a fucking pansy, Mike Tyson.” She crossed her arms at her chest and raised one eyebrow at, as if she were daring him to come back with more.
         Jake couldn’t resist. “Martha fucking Stewart,” he smiled.
         Oh, he did not just call her Martha