Trey laughed wildly. Was he high or just insane? What was it with the unhinged today?
“Put your gun down,” I snarled.
“You just don’t know when to be quiet, do you?”
“Actually, I do. I’ll quit this when you’re good and dead, and Jacob is in my arms again.”
“No!” he shouted, pointing his weapon toward me. Jacob jerked away, and I took the shot.
Trey managed to squeeze the trigger, but his shot went wide. I kept firing until I’d emptied all my rounds into him.
“Grant! Grant, it’s okay. He’s dead.”
With as many rounds as I’d put into him, he damn well better be.
I dropped my gun, hauled Trey’s lifeless body off the floor, and kicked open the doors to the balcony, not caring that I broke the lock.
I flung Trey over the railing and watched him drop to the ground.
“Jesus,” TJ called up from the porch. “Did you have to make such a fucking mess?”
“Rogue? Where is he?” Jacob rushed to my side. “I think Trey—”
“I’m going to live,” Rogue called.
“He will,” I assured Jacob. “But he needs a doctor.”
“I’ve had worse.”
“We’ll get him to the hospital,” I promised.
“I’d call an ambulance, but there’s a fucking body in the front yard,” TJ called.
“Then clean it up.”
I realized Jacob was shaking. I scooped him into my arms and carried him back inside.
30
JACOB
“Did Trey hurt you?” Grant asked, sitting down and putting me on his lap.
“No. I’m fine. Trey’s really dead.” I couldn’t make my mind accept it.
Grant kissed the top of his head. “Yes, sweetheart. He’ll never touch you again.”
“You killed him for me.”
“I did.”
“I should be upset. I should… You shot him.”
The world swirled around me. Grant had shot a man for me. Over and over. I shuddered as I thought about his body lying in the grass below us.
“He was going to kill you.”
“He would have killed you too.”