“Just give me Bailey and no one will get hurt.” Harley moved a little closer, the gun tucked close to his body.
“Why, Harley?” Bailey asked.
“Because Jordan is an animal. I won’t allow him to violate you like one.”
Bailey was utterly confused. Harley had cheated on him with numerous men and now he cared what happened to Bailey? He would have died to have that declaration months ago. Now it just sickened him.
For the first time, Bailey saw Harley for what he truly was—a pathetic human being. He wanted no part of the man. How in the hell had he been blinded by this guy? “You are the animal,” Bailey snapped. “You are the one who thinks playing with people’s hearts is okay, that it won’t affect anyone’s life. Now you come back here demanding to be with me?”
Harley’s eyes softened when he turned them on Bailey. “I tried to tell Spencer how much I cared about you, but he wouldn’t listen.” His face contorted into a mask of rage. “Instead of helping me win you back, he had Maverick kick me out of town. These filthy beasts won’t get away with what they are doing. The world is going to know they exist and then I am going to enjoy watching them being obliterated.”
“You’re a Vampire Hunter,” Mark stated with a growl. “You have lived here for years as a Hunter!”
A malicious smile formed on Harley’s face. “I was gathering intel right under your noses. It just goes to show how stupid you creatures really are.”
“Lose the gun and I’ll show you just how stupid I am,” Jordan threatened.
Bailey couldn’t believe he had fallen for such a bad guy. He wanted to punch the man for making him look like an idiot. He was an idiot because Bailey was an all-around nice guy and he would have never fallen for Harley’s bullshit if he had known.
He had to think of a way to save them. Bailey could think of one, but Jordan was never going to go for it. He turned toward his mate. “Trust me,” he mouthed.
Jordan’s brows furrowed as he stared at Bailey. He could tell his mate was trying to figure out what Bailey was talking about. Bailey couldn’t let Jordan realize what he was doing until he was doing it or the big lug would stop him.
Bailey quickly moved away from Jordan, heading straight for Harley.
“Bailey!” Jordan shouted. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Stopping him from killing you.”
“How touching,” Harley said as he held his hand out for Bailey. He didn’t want to touch the guy. “I should have killed him long before now. I see he has corrupted your mind.”
Bailey was terrified to be next to Harley, especially since he had a gun, but he couldn’t think of any other way around this. “You said you would let them go.”
“I lied,” Harley said as he raised his gun. “You should have never slept with him, Bailey.”
Oh god! He was going to shoot Jordan. Bailey couldn’t let that happen. He jumped at the gun, wrestling with Harley to get the damn thing out of the man’s hands.
Harley wasn’t a pushover. The man was putting up one hell of a struggle. Bailey knew he was going to have to fight down and dirty. He needed the upper hand. Pulling his leg back, Bailey let his knee fly, connecting it with Harley’s groin.
The man gave a loud grunt but didn’t release the gun. The tactic hadn’t worked. Bailey was becoming desperate. If he didn’t get the gun from Harley soon—Bailey froze when the gun went off. His eyes grew round as he gasped.
“Bailey!” Jordan shouted as he raced across the garage. “Bailey, baby, are you hurt? Did you get shot?”
Bailey could hear the stark terror in Jordan’s voice. He took a step back when Harley slumped to the ground. Blood was spanning across the man’s abdomen. Jordan grabbed Bailey in a tight grip, pulling him against the man’s wide chest. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”
“I promise not to have a psychotic man hunting me down anymore.”
Jordan growled. “Not funny.” He cupped the back of Bailey’s head, kissing his hair. “Not funny at all.”
“We need to get rid of the body,” Mark stated.
“Déjà vu,” Bailey said. “And I’m still not touching a dead body.”
“Only this time it was you. I can’t take you anywhere,” Jordan said before kissing Bailey on the temple this time.
“Don’t worry,” Mark interjected. “I’ll get rid of the body.”
Bailey turned toward Jordan’s boss. “Exactly what did you do before owning a garage?” The man was a little too proficient at disposing of dead bodies. He was expecting Mark to say undertaker or morgue worker and was surprised when he replied, “Owned a tattoo shop.”
“Then how—” Bailey shook his head. Did he really want to know about Mark’s talent at getting rid of the dead? Not really. The less he knew about this criminal stuff, the better. His insides were still tied tightly into a knot and now he had just killed a man.
Bailey knew the ramifications of what he’d done hadn’t fully set in yet. They couldn’t have because he was being too damn calm. Jordan’s arm never left his side and Bailey was grateful. He needed the grounding.
“Aside from the Hunters snooping around, I think you are pretty safe,” Mark said as he pulled his cell phone out. “Head on out of here. You don’t need to know my secrets.”
The man was smiling, but Bailey had a feeling he wasn’t joking. He didn’t want to know Mark’s secrets. Hell, Bailey didn’t want to know anyone’s. The only thing he did want was to go home with Jordan.
Bailey still couldn’t believe that it was semi-safe to go home. With the Hunters around, it would never be totally harmless, but was
