you try anything, I will shoot him, and then I’ll shoot you. Hurry up.”
“I’m just reaching for the straps.” Reaching back, Fitz moved the gun from beneath his vest to the waistband of his jeans beneath his sweater before pulling on the straps. He removed his helmet, then pulled off the vest and dropped them both to the mats.
“Move. Hurry up.” Emmett motioned toward the stairs. “All the way up.”
Fitz headed for the stairs. There was nowhere to go, nothing to hide behind. He frantically looked around him, but they were in the training area, which meant nothing but mats. Emmett jabbed him between the shoulders with his gun.
“I said hurry the fuck up.”
“I can’t understand you with that stupid mask.”
With a frustrated grunt, Emmett removed the mask and dropped it on the floor. “Now move. Fast.”
Fitz hurried through the emergency exit door and up the stairs, Emmett close behind him every step of the way. The building only had four floors and a basement. It didn’t take long for them to reach the top. Another explosion reverberated somewhere below, and Fitz stopped.
“That wasn’t one of mine. Shit. Move!”
They were almost to the roof. What the hell did Emmett have planned? Why not shoot him if he wanted Fitz dead?
“This is all a little dramatic, don’t you think?”
“Shut up. This is my tribute to Jack, who’s dead because of you.”
Fitz shook his head. “No. That’s not true.” He didn’t believe it for a moment. Whatever had happened, Jack was alive. Fitz had every faith in him, Joker, and the rest of the guys. Jack was going to come back to him.
“I tried to warn you to stay away from him, but you wouldn’t listen. You took him from me.”
Fitz spun around. “He was never yours.”
“I was here first! You didn’t even want him. You certainly didn’t deserve him. The things you said to him?”
“Were none of your business. Our relationship is none of your business.”
“You don’t have a relationship! Look at you. Who wears sweaters in Florida? Scrawny-ass bitch with stupid hair.”
Fitz arched an eyebrow at him. “I think we both know my hair is gorgeous.”
“You think because you’re pretty, you can bat your lashes and men will fall at your feet? Jack’s smarter than that. He would have gotten bored with you eventually.”
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself?”
“Shut up! Open the fucking door!”
“Why? What’s the point?”
“The point is, shooting you is boring. I want your death to be memorable for Jack. It’s the least I can do after his friends ruined my very romantic gesture at the pier. Now move.”
Fitz turned and had to shove at the door with his shoulder. The tropical storm was in full swing, and he could barely see a thing. The wind howled and whipped against him, the rain immediately drenching him. He put his arms up and kept his head down as the wind threatened to knock him over.
Emmett shouted something, but Fitz couldn’t hear him. Realizing this, Emmett grabbed his arm and dragged him toward the helicopter parked at the end of the roof. What the hell did he have planned? He slid open the door and shoved Fitz inside just as the door to the roof burst open.
“Jack!” Fitz screamed at the top of his lungs as Jack, followed by Joker and the Kings, flooded out onto the roof, backed up by a small army of King’s former soldiers turned bodyguards and SWAT officers.
Emmett closed the helicopter door and turned to Fitz with a growl. “Doesn’t matter. Every time he looks at one of these, he’s going to remember your blood splattered all over it. You—”
The war cry Fitz let out sounded foreign to his own ears, so no wonder Emmett hesitated when Fitz launched himself at the guy, grabbing the gun in his hand. They struggled with the firearm, and Fitz fought with everything he had. This bastard wanted to kill him in Jack’s helicopter. Oh fuck no. Slamming his head forward, he head-butted Emmett, the gun in his hand going flying.
“Ow! Fuck!” Fitz reeled back, and Emmett did the same. Fuck, that hurt.
“Son of a bitch!”
Fitz had to agree with Emmett on that one. They always made it look so easy in the movies. Fuck, fuck, fuck, that hurt. Shit. Fuck.
The gun!
Fitz reached behind and pulled his gun from under his sweater just as another explosion shook the rooftop, knocking them both into the back seats. Emmett scrambled into the front, and the helicopter roared to life,