Gasping, I try to catch my breath. My heart races so fast I swear it’s trying to make its way out of my chest. I can feel my body shaking, and I blink, trying to get my vision to clear.
Oh god, am I dying? Is this how it ends?
I don’t even know how I got here. One minute, I am watching Mac and Evan fight, then the next, I am hyperventilating against the wall, my vision going blurry.
“Jane,” Mac growls.
His face comes into view above mine, and he looks down at me with concern.
“You with me,a mhuirnín?”
“Yeah,” I rasp.
“There you are,” he murmurs as he brushes my hair away from my face. “You can’t leave me. I need you too much.”
“I-is it over?” I stutter.
He looks down at me softly. “It’s over.”
“The cops and Smoke are two minutes out. If you need to do anything, now’s your chance,” Tank says.
I look over and see Evan sprawled out on the floor, knocked out. If I didn’t know better, I would think he was sleeping. Then again, maybe he is.
“Do you want to take your shot and hit him back?” Mac asks, pulling my attention back to him.
I shake my head. “No, the idea of kicking a sleeping person doesn’t appeal to me. I couldn’t even stand stabbing him. I just want him gone and out of our lives.”
The sound of approaching sirens in the distance makes me smile. This is almost all over. Soon they will make their way inside, they will see the evidence we have against Evan, and they will take him away for good—or I hope they will.
“Sit,” Mac says as he ushers me further away from a passed-out Evan and into a dining room chair.
“They’re here,” I murmur when I hear the knock on the door.
“I got it,” Tank says.
I watch as Smoke and two cops walk in.
As soon as Smoke sees me, his shoulders relax. “You good, Jane?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I tell him before looking at the cop.
“I’m Detective Winman. I was told you might have something I would be interested in,” the detective says, his eyes bouncing between Mac and me.
“This is my girl, Jane. That’s her abusive ex on the floor. He broke in,” Mac tells him.
Winman’s eyes drift to Evan. “Do we need to get medical attention?”
Tank shakes his head. “No, he’s coming around.”
Winman nods and turns back to me. “Do you mind if I sit?”
“Go ahead,” I tell him as Smoke heads into the kitchen.
Winman pulls out his phone. “Do you mind if I record this conversation?”
“Please,” I say as I rub my arms.
Smoke comes back with two glasses of water and sets them in front of Winman and me.
