another small explosion going off somewhere. What the hell was happening? How many explosive devices had Emmett planted in the building? Fitz was jerked sideways, then slammed into the roof as the helicopter bounced. He lurched forward as the helicopter tilted forward, the roof almost seeming to ripple.
“What the hell are you doing? Are you insane?” Fitz shouted as he grabbed Emmett’s arm.
“You’re going to die, Fitz, even if I have to take everyone else with us too.”
Fitz pointed the gun at Emmett, who laughed in his face.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You don’t know how to use that. Plus, this roof is one more detonation away from collapsing.”
Fitz stared at him. No.
“Drop the gun, Fitz. Come on. We both know you’re not going to shoot me. You lost your shit when you saw Jack was packing. And he’s trained for it. Come on.”
Fitz moved the safety like Saint had told him.
“Fitz, even if you could shoot, you wouldn’t be able to hit the Chrysler building if it was in front of you.” Emmett lifted his hand, revealing a device.
Grabbing the device from Emmett with one hand and pulling the trigger with the other, Fitz flinched at the deafening sound. He expected the helicopter to drop with the rest of the roof as he stared into Emmett’s wide eyes. Fitz followed Emmet’s gaze down to the center of his chest and the spreading crimson stain. Before Fitz could snap himself out of it, the helicopter screeched, and Fitz was thrown back.
The pilot’s door opened, and Emmett was dragged out. Jack hopped in and quickly powered down the helicopter, then climbed through the seats.
“Fitz? Fitz, baby, talk to me.”
Fitz lay on the floor of the helicopter, one hand raised and tears in his eyes.
“Take it. Take it!”
Jack ever so softly took Fitz’s hand in his. “Sweetheart, Sacha and Chip found the remaining devices and disarmed them. That’s what took us so long. Trust me.”
“I do. And I love you. I love you so much,” Fitz said through his tears.
“And I love you, Fitz. So much. Let go of the detonator.”
Fitz’s hand shook, but a smile spread on his face at Jack’s words. He very slowly and carefully handed Jack the device in his hand. When he let go, he could have cried when nothing happened.
“Jack!”
Jack gathered him up in his arms and hugged him tight. “I got you, sweetheart. I got you.”
“Oh my God.” Fitz cried into Jack’s neck, his body trembling out of both fear and joy that Jack was alive and in his arms.
“You’re okay. It’s okay.”
The door opened, and a drenched Joker shook his head at them. “How about you two do that indoors away from the fucking hurricane?”
Jack chuckled. “Fair point. Come on, sweetheart.” He took Fitz’s hand in his, laced their fingers together, and led Fitz outside. A couple of King’s guys ran over to secure the helicopter while Fitz, Jack, and Joker made a dash for the doorway, where the Kings waited for them. The warmth that flooded Fitz at seeing them all there was overwhelming, and he threw his arms around Red first, then Ace, Lucky, and finally King, who patted his back.
“We’re happy you’re safe,” he said. “Come on. Let’s get you warm and dry.”
Fitz nodded. He turned to Joker, who eyed him suspiciously.
“You’re going to hug me, aren’t you?”
Fitz grabbed his face and planted a big kiss on his lips. Everyone whooped, and Jack laughed. “Thank you, Sacha.” Whatever had happened, Fitz knew Joker had done everything in his power to get Jack safely back to him.
“Don’t call me that,” Joker grumbled, his cheeks pink. He shook his head at them before heading downstairs.
Jack took Fitz’s hand in his again, and they followed the guys downstairs. As much as Fitz wanted to throw himself at Jack and kiss him all over until he couldn’t breathe anymore, they had to evacuate the building. Four Kings Security headquarters had taken quite a hit, but it was still one of the safest places around, so the structural damage had been minimal. It still needed to be inspected, and a hell of a lot needed to be fixed, including Jack’s office, which Emmett had blown to bits.
Thankfully, Emmett’s knowledge of explosives had been limited, and he hadn’t accounted for any reinforcement the Kings had made to the building when they first purchased it. If security was going to be their business, then their headquarters was going to embody their mission statement.
Mason met them at the police