Chapter 97

Brandon hesitated. Jack could tell his former friend was torn, and he didn’t give a shit. He focused all his effort on stemming the flow of Morgan’s blood.

But nothing helped. The blood just kept running, flowing…

“Hang on, cher. Stay with me. You can’t give up, not now. Je t’aime, mon coeur.”

“You love her?” Brandon’s voice sounded thin, unsteady. He seemed shaken. “It’s not bullshit. You really love her?”

Jack didn’t have time to spare him a glance. “Yes, I love her, and I’m sure you’ll find some way to use it to cut me off at the balls. Right now, I need you to get the fuck out of here.”

“But she’s—”

“If this turns into a media circus because of you and she dies, I’ll make sure they have to pick up your remains with tweezers!”

Brandon fell silent for a moment, then nodded.

“Wait,” Jack called. “The gun. You’re not registered to carry in Louisiana, are you?”

And Jack had just killed a man using that weapon.

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