man jerked it up, pressing the button.
“Go ahead, Stanton.”
“Whip and I are headed your way,” Stanton said. “Don’t shoot.”
Macy pulled back and held his fire.
“Fuck that,” US Marshal Whip Tauber’s hard, deep voice came over the radio two seconds later. “We need cover fire. Coming in just west of you.”
Logan swung his arm around and found Whip and Stanton dodging from headstone to headstone. He opened fire and Macy joined him, providing cover until the US Marshals made it to them.
“You okay?” Stanton looked Macy over.
Logan noticed the blood oozing on Macy’s cheek and jerked the man toward him.
“It’s nothing,” Macy spat, shoving him away. Macy glared at him and wiped at his cheek. “Just a piece of concrete.”
Logan clenched his teeth and stepped forward. He lifted the edge of his t-shirt to wipe off the blood on Macy’s cheek.
“Stop it,” Macy hissed.
He drew back. Gunshots from the parking lot echoed across the grassy hill of the cemetery before dying away completely. Several long minutes passed before Hayden checked in.
“They’re running,” Hayden said, and the bodyguard sounded out of breath.
Sure enough, after several minutes, his team confirmed that the perps had left the area.
Logan took his first deep breath since the incident had started.
“It’s odd them leaving like that,” Stanton grumbled.
“Not really,” Macy disagreed. “They took their best shot at me and missed. They didn’t expect you all to be here. Stupid asses.”
“They’ll regroup and try again,” Logan growled.
“Logan,” Macy turned to him, “I’m leaving.”
“No, no fucking way,” he snarled, rounding on Macy. “Doesn’t this show you how fucking dangerous this guy is?”
“You’re being ridiculous.” Macy threw up his hands.
He snapped his teeth so hard, the sound traveled the space between them.
“Macy, I can protect you.”
“I have no doubts, but it’s not about that. And if you’d get your head out of your ass, you’d see that me leaving is the best thing to do. For everyone.”
“I disagree and if you weren’t so stubborn and bent on doing every fucking thing yourself without help, you’d see I’m right,” he growled right back.
“Well, I guess that’s it then because I’m not going to change.”
“Well, neither am I,” he growled, but it felt like a lie. “So, get it through your thick head, we’re sticking together.” He forged on, ignoring the building rage in Macy’s gaze.
“No, we aren’t.”
Macy went to turn away from him and Logan caught the slender man and tossed him over one shoulder.
Rather than fight him, Macy went lax. That should have been his first clue, but he had underestimated Macy in a way he wasn’t prepared for.
Jogging to the carpark, he placed Macy on his feet.
Macy stepped back with his finger on the radio. It was flashing red.
Nathan and Jett converged on him.
The next moment, Jett was stepping up to him.
“Logan Cobalt, you’re under arrest for accosting a federal agent.”
“Are you fucking serious?” He gazed at Macy with burning eyes, his rising anger racing heat into his face.
“I warned you.” Macy glared back as the first bite of metal clamped around his wrist.
“What the motherfucking hell?” Jaxon snarled, but Nathan pulled a gun on the bodyguard. Jaxon gave Nathan a death glare and lifted his gun right back.
“Stand down,” he ordered Jaxon while Jett pulled his other arm behind his back and attached the handcuff. Jaxon reluctantly lowered his gun.
Macy’s chin tilted and the angry glare was burning a hole in him. Logan drew a deep breath.
“You think this will stop me?”
“Yes.” Macy chewed on his lip. “It had better.”
“All right then. Take care of yourself.” He kept the emotion out of his voice, knowing that it sounded cold and angry, but the level of pissed off he felt overwhelmed his sense of reason.
“You too,” Macy snapped and spun, walking away.
Whip and Stanton stepped up and flanked Macy and put him into an unmarked car. Logan watched the disappearing SUV for a moment and then turned to Jett.
“Why aren’t you going with him?” he snarled.
“He’s entering WITSEC,” Nathan responded, his voice filled with regret and he nodded to Jett, who in turn removed the handcuffs.
“Why?” He tried to come to grips with what Nathan was telling him, but it was a struggle. “Why wouldn’t he just tell me?” He rubbed at his wrists.
“Would you have listened?” Nathan sneered.
“Would you have let him go?” Jett added quietly.
“Hell no.” He felt bereft and adrift as if floating in a vast sea of nothing.
“That’s why,” Nathan responded. “You treat him like he’s not a federal agent, like he’s some twink you