Layover (Open Skies #1) - Becca Jameson Page 0,72

his hands. So did his partner.

“Where the fuck is she?” Jason shouted.

The men glanced at each other, pissing Jason the fuck off.

Tank was still holding the elder Eduardo by the shirt as he dragged the man past Jason and deeper into the house. Elena stood whimpering in the corner of the hallway, clutching the front of her blouse.

“Hatch,” Tank shouted. “There’s a fucking guest house in back.”

One of the two men suddenly bent forward and rammed his full body into Jason, knocking the breath out of him. Jason barely kept his grip on his gun.

Jason righted himself and came after the bastard, swinging a hard left hook that knocked the guy against the wall. He slammed his head hard enough into the drywall that it cracked as the guy slid to the ground.

The second man charged next, pulling his gun.

Jason swung around and kicked the gun out of his grip, sending it flying before Jason landed a punch to the guy’s stomach. While he was doubled over, Jason grabbed his shirt and kneed him hard in the face. These assholes didn’t know who the fuck they were messing with.

Elena was screaming again, but Jason gave her a hard look. “Shut the fuck up. Where is your son? Does he live in the guest house?”

She nodded. “Yes, but if he’s done something, I don’t know anything about it.”

Sure she didn’t. Jason didn’t give a single fuck right now. All he cared about was rescuing Libby from Eddie. He made sure the two men were out cold and then jogged deeper into the house.

Tank still had a grip on Eduardo, who was putting up a fight near the back door. “Listen, old man, I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I fucking will if you don’t knock it off.”

The guy kept struggling.

Jason glanced around and then reached for a long, elegant cord that was holding back the expensive drapes. It was meant to be decorative, but today it was about to be useful. He grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and shoved it against Eduardo’s knees, forcing the man to sit.

“Stop,” Elena screamed. “Don’t hurt him. He doesn’t know anything.”

Jason ignored her as he tossed the rope to Tank.

Footsteps rushing into the room made Jason spin around to find Sweets and Kraft joining them.

“About time you got here,” Tank joked. “Go, Hatch. We’ve got this. Sweets and Kraft can secure the goons in the hallway. Go find Libby.” He nodded toward the back door as he jerked Eduardo’s hands behind his back.

Jason yanked open the door and left it open as he jogged out the back. He spotted a second house beyond the pool. He rounded the pool and ran toward the house.

He didn’t bother knocking this time. He kicked the front door in on the first try. It splintered and swung hard against the wall.

Someone screamed. The sweetest voice he’d ever heard. He ran toward the noise, trying to pinpoint where it was coming from.

“Downstairs,” she yelled, the second half of the word muffled. If that fucker hurt her…

Jason found the door to the basement on the other side of the kitchen. It was standing open. He took the stairs two at a time, gun drawn. When he hit the bottom, he found Eddie at the foot of the stairs. The guy was holding Libby’s back against his front. He had a hand against her neck, and he was swinging a knife around.

“Get the fuck out of my house,” Eddie shouted.

Libby’s eyes were wide, and she was struggling, but she looked unharmed. If this asshole hurt one hair on her body…

“Drop the knife, Eddie,” Jason said, keeping his voice calm. He could easily take this man out. He was trained to kill in situations like this. Eddie was making it far too easy. He wasn’t even holding the knife at Libby’s throat, and he didn’t appear to have a gun.

Hell, even if he had a gun to her temple, Jason could kill him with one shot to the head and end this game, but that kind of action would traumatize Libby for the rest of her life. He didn’t want to kill Eddie if he could avoid it.

“Fuck you,” Eddie sputtered, his spittle flying through the air. “She’s mine.”

Jason kept inching closer. He glanced at Libby again to make sure she wasn’t in shock. She was close, but not there yet.

“Put the knife down, Eddie. This is over. The police are on their way. If you end this