Wasted Lust - JA Huss Page 0,94
to say to all that.
“Kate. Think of your little sister. They’ll come take her, Sasha. Some nobody will get big ideas and they’ll come steal her away in the night and ruin her future, just like they ruined ours.”
The helicopters are louder now, and then a wind blows in through the front door as they try to land nearby.
“They’ll be here in a minute or less, Sash. And if you let them take me, they’ll lock me up. But one day, because of what I do and who I am, I’ll get out.” He squeezes my face to make this point. “I’ll. Get. Out. And then I’ll come for Kate myself. Because that’s my job. I am the Company. That’s who I am, Sasha Cherlin.” He holds up my badge, dangling from my neck, and puts it right in front of my face. “And this is who you are. So do your job, Sasha Aston. Do your job or I will come back one day and get her.”
Men are shouting out in the yard now, and I hear boots storming for the door.
“I’ll torture her, Sasha. The way Garrett tortured you two years ago. I’ll find her, take her, drug her, rape—”
I squeeze the trigger just as the light flooding through the front door is masked with men in Kevlar vests and riot gear.
“Drop your weapon!” they shout. “Drop your weapon and put your face on the ground!”
I drop the gun and fall to my knees. Shocked. Too shocked to react as reality sinks in.
The men push me to the floor face-first, handcuff me, and flip me over on my back.
That’s when they see my badge sitting on my stomach, hanging off that chain that Nick put around my neck. One guy lifts his visor up on his helmet and reaches for it.
“Sasha Aston,” I say. “FBI.”
They lead me out of the house. It takes two of them to keep me upright because my legs are not working. “Shock,” the guy on my left says, as he hands me off to someone else. “She’s OK, she’s just in shock.”
The new guy hugs me tight. “Sasha,” Jax says, his whole body trembling. “Sasha, look at me.”
I look up at his face. His blue eyes are filled with more fear than I’ve ever seen. I start to cry and bury my head in his chest.
“Say something,” he whispers into my neck. “Say something so I know you’re OK.”
“I killed him, Jax. He tricked me. He tricked me into shooting him point-blank in the head.”
Jax says nothing to that, just holds me tight and walks me out to the ambulance so they can take a look at me. Make sure I’m OK. But I don’t know if I’ll ever be OK. I’m not sure if killing Nick will end my life or save it.
I’m only sure of one thing right now.
Nick Tate is a liar. Nick Tate is a liar and I fell for it. I let him goad me into ending his life. I let my love for Kate and my fear of Garrett control me.
I know in my heart there’s no way Nick would ever hurt Kate. Never. Not in a million years.
He made me kill him. He made me do my job.
And I might never forgive him for that. I might hate him until the end of time for making me do that.
I pace in front of the ambulance as they check her over, worried out of my mind even though none of the blood belongs to her. I can’t help it. I lost a lot today and I can’t bear the thought of losing her too. I need to know she’s OK. Not physically. Mentally. What can she possibly be thinking right now? After all that talk of saving Nick. What is running through her mind now that the shock is wearing off and she has to come to terms with what she did?
It takes them thirty minutes to declare her fine, and then they hand her back off to me. She looks me up and down and I’m waiting for it. I’m waiting for what I know is surely floating around in her head right now.
You got what you wanted.
But I didn’t. I didn’t get what I wanted. I never wanted this.
I hold my breath when she opens her mouth to speak.
“Where the hell did you get a Kevlar shirt made by Roberto Moreno Diseñador?”
I laugh, I can’t help it. “Who?”
“That shirt.” She sniffs. Her crying stopped as