Her phone. Where was her goddamn phone? She had to call AJ or Pax. She was breathing so fast she made herself dizzy. Okay, time to force her breathing into a normal rhythm or she was going to hyperventilate and pass out. But then the door handle rattled and she whipped around and stared at it, deciding to screw finding the phone. Where the hell was her gun?
She ran to her bag and threw all the clothes out of it, fumbling for her gun. Clip was in and she cocked it, her body drenched in sweat now as she made her way back to the front of the RV. Another shot pinged through the window and she hit the floor as glass shattered around her.
Stupid. Windows, idiot. He can see you.
Her phone! She spotted it on the counter and shimmied over on her belly, taking the chance to inch up and grab for it. Another shot, another shattered window. With fumbling, shaky, sweaty fingers, she dialed AJ. He picked up and whispered a quick, “What?”
“Someone’s shooting at me!”
That was all she had time to say because the door handle rattled again, this time harder. Another shot, this time at the door handle. She crawled toward the door and braced her back on the front of one sofa, her feet on the other, and took aim at the door.
As soon as whoever it was got through that door, she was going to shoot him.
Or die trying. Because she was never going to be a victim again.
NINETEEN
AJ HAD NEVER RUN SO HARD IN HIS GODDAMN LIFE. BY THE time they breached the clearing, dread had hit his stomach. Shattered glass littered the ground, bullet holes tattooed the RV, and the door handle hung lopsided. His gun was already out and so was Pax’s, pointed as they approached with caution. They’d torn through the woods not caring what kind of noise they made in their effort to reach Teresa.
AJ got to the door first and pulled it open, then held up his hand as he saw Teresa on the floor just inside with a gun aimed at the entrance.
“Teresa, it’s us. Don’t shoot!”
She dropped the weapon as he flew through the door and grabbed her up into his arms.
“I was outside and someone was out there,” she said, stuttering out her words. Her body was drenched in sweat and she was shaking like a leaf. “I started to go in and a shot hit the dirt in front of my feet. No noise. He used a silencer. Then he hit the RV and tried to get in.”
“I’ll check the perimeter,” Pax said, rocketing down the stairs and outside.
All AJ wanted to do was sit on the floor and hold her until she wasn’t scared anymore, but instead he pulled her out at arm’s length so he could see her face. “Are you hurt?”
“No.”
AJ drew her against him and held her tight, feeling his own heart jackhammer against her chest. “It’s okay. We’re here now. You can let go.”
She did, her body relaxing, and she fell against him and sobbed. AJ held her and stroked her back and her hair, thanking God she hadn’t been shot. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost her.
Pax came in and AJ turned around. “Clear?”
“Yeah.” Pax motioned to Teresa.
“She’s okay. Scared, not injured.”
Pax nodded and holstered his gun, then came over and put his arms around her, too. She cried harder and AJ just let her, knowing she needed this. When she was finally cried out, they sat her on the sofa, and he and Pax flanked her.
“Whoever it was is gone,” Pax said. “Picked up shell casings. Looks like a forty-caliber.”
Teresa wiped her eyes and nose and filled them in on everything she’d heard and seen and the location of the shooter. “I don’t understand what he was after.”
“It’s pretty clear,” Pax said, his face grim. “He was after you.”
She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Me? Why?”
AJ turned her to face him. “Because you can identify the guy who really killed Larks.”
She sniffed, blew her nose. “Okay. That’s a good thing, right? That means he’s here. They know I know. That’s got to be why someone’s trying to kill me. That means we’re getting close.”
AJ shook his head. No panic about someone trying to kill her. No hysterical demands to get her the hell out of there. She was putting puzzle pieces together instead. What an amazing woman.
“I think the most important thing is to keep you safe.”
She turned tear-filled eyes to AJ. “You two will do that. I have every faith in you.”
Yeah, because they’d done such a great job of that just now. AJ exchanged a glance with Pax, who nodded. They’d fucked up and left Teresa alone. That wasn’t going to happen again.
“Let’s get this cleaned up and get you back.”
“But what about the Fists?”
“The Fists aren’t who were worried about right now,” Pax said. “You’re our first priority.”
They cleaned up the RV and took it back to the house. AJ called General Lee to let him know what had happened to Teresa, and to his RV. Grange was way more concerned about Teresa’s safety and didn’t care at all about his RV getting shot up, which was pretty much what AJ had expected him to say.
Pax had walked the grounds around the RV and collected bullet shell casings. They also took pictures around the scene and scoped out the area for footprints or anything else the shooter might have left behind, but as dry as it had been around there, the ground didn’t yield anything—or the shooter had done a damn good job covering his tracks. They weren’t going to alert the local police about the shooting for various reasons, mainly because they wanted to keep their identities on the down low, but also because they didn’t want the local cops in on in this. The fewer people involved, the better, and AJ and Pax could handle the investigation.
There were no prints on the shell casings, which didn’t surprise AJ. Whoever went into the woods to shoot at Teresa knew to cover all his bases. Someone knew what he was doing, which meant he’d gone into this with intent.
After they’d gotten back to the house, Teresa went into her room to unpack and take what she notified them would be a very long, very hot shower. AJ figured she just needed some time alone to process and unwind.
Pax was outside grilling steaks. AJ brought two beers out and set one on the table next to the grill. Pax lifted the bottle in salute. “Thanks.”
“So what do you think?”
Pax took a long swallow and set the beer down, then flipped the steaks over and closed the grill lid. “I think if whoever was shooting at Teresa had wanted her dead, she’d be dead.”
“Agreed. He was trying to scare her.”
“And us, trying to get us to take her and go.”
Pax nodded and picked up the bottle, turning it over and over in his hands. “Someone knew how to handle that weapon, and Teresa isn’t trained to dodge bullets. The chair she was sitting in was at least twenty yards from the door.”
“He’d have gotten her on the first shot. She was a sitting duck from his vantage point.”
“Yup.”
“Which means we’re close—or she’s close—to figuring out something.”
Pax frowned. “But why not kill her? Why just scare her away? I mean, wouldn’t that solve the problem of her possibly identifying who killed Larks?”
AJ shrugged. “Maybe. But scaring the hell out of her and getting her to run is a lot less messy than a dead body. A dead body brings in the cops. This was an easier solution because it would have gotten her—and us—to back off.”
“You’ve got a point there.” Pax lifted the grill lid and flipped the steaks. “The question is, what do we do about it? Do we protect her, take her out of this, or do we stay and see it through?”
“We stay and see it through, of course. I’m not going to be shot at only to turn tail and run.”
AJ’s gaze shifted to the doorway where Teresa stood. She wore gray sweatpants and a white tank top that hugged her breasts. He wanted to kiss her, make love to her, hold her close and keep her safe so nothing bad would ever happen to her again. But he also knew he couldn’t lock her away from bad things forever. “It’s dangerous for you here.”
“Whoever it was shot at me to scare me, didn’t he? He could have killed me if that’s what his intent was.”
Pax scooped the steaks onto a plate. “Figured that out during your long, hot shower?”
She took the plate from him. “As a matter of fact, I did. Nothing like a hot shower and a good cry to clear your head.”
Pax kissed her forehead. “Feel better now?”
She tilted her head back and smiled at him. “Yes. Now let’s eat. I’m hungry.”
AJ shook his head. She’d been shot at today and she still managed to have an appetite. There was no doubt the woman had inner strength even she wasn’t aware of.
She went inside and AJ and Pax followed. While they ate dinner, they strategized what steps to take next.
“Like you said, if this guy wanted me dead, I would be, right?” She waved a forkful of salad at both of them.
AJ looked to Pax, who turned to Teresa and nodded. “Yeah. Your chair was too far away for you to get to safety. Anyone with a half-decent aim could have taken you down in one or two tries.”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “I should have realized that right away. Maybe I’d have had my wits about me then.”
“I think in your situation any one of us would have thought the same thing—that someone was trying to kill you. You did the right thing.”
“This pisses me off. I don’t like being threatened.”
“Which means you don’t want us to take you home,” Pax said.
“Oh, hell no. We came here to find the guy who killed Larks. Obviously we’re close to doing that, and someone tried to scare the shit out of me today so we’d go away.”
“Honey, you were threatened today to scare you off,” Pax said. “Next time it might be the real thing. You understand what I’m saying?”
She lifted her chin. “I know that. I’m still not leaving. They’re not going to make me afraid again. I won’t hide anymore and I won’t be a victim anymore.”
“Pax and I will make sure you’re not left alone again.”
She turned her gaze on AJ. “You can’t protect me twenty-four hours a day, AJ.”
“For as long as we’re with you, we can.”
“Okay, so now what? I don’t want to be held prisoner in this house.”
That’s exactly what AJ wanted to do—keep her here, where he and Pax could watch her.
Teresa must have guessed where his mind was because she leveled him with a stare that should have frozen him solid. “Don’t even think about it, AJ.”
“It’s the only way to protect you.”
“I’ll just have to take that risk. You can’t keep me prisoner here.”
“She has a point, AJ. The only way to flush this guy out of hiding is to put Teresa out there. Once he sees she hasn’t been run off, he’ll come after her again.”
AJ shot a glare at Pax. “Exactly. He’ll come after her again.”
“And we’ll be there to protect her this time.”
“You know as well as I do there’s no guarantee we’ll be able to protect her one hundred percent of the time.” AJ turned to Teresa. “We can’t promise you that. You have to know this.”
She gave a curt nod. “Understood. I can’t hold you responsible if something happens to me.” Then she laid her hand on his arm. “Any more than I hold you responsible for what happened to me five years ago, AJ. You have to let that go.”
She knew. Somehow she knew about his guilt over her rape. “I don’t feel . . .”
“Yeah, you do. I don’t know why, but I can tell you feel that somehow you should have been here to prevent it.”