Pain sliced deep into his side as Angelo laughed. A knife stuck out of his white dress shirt, crimson staining the formerly pristine fabric. His vision blurred and his legs buckled. Angelo pushed at him until he lay heaped on the ground, agony ripping through him. Gripping the knife handle, he pulled on it, but his head spun and he fought to stay conscious.
Angelo’s smirking face leaned down to taunt him.
“There’s nothing you can do now, Waters. I’ll get rid of your damn baby and after we’re married, she’ll have my baby.”
“You’d have to…” His hands shook on the knife handle.
Angelo scowled, close enough that Jack could smell the coffee on his breath. “I have doctors who will do in vitro. I don’t have to touch her. But make no mistake, she will be mine.”
Images of Callie’s beautiful face, innocent and sweet, flashed through his mind. He couldn’t let this dirtbag do anything to her. Tugging at the knife again, he found the strength to pull it free. He thrust it up and into Angelo; the deserving bastard. The man’s eyes opened in surprise as he staggered back and fell.
Shouts from near the house shook him from the stupor he was falling into and snapped him back to reality. Tony Pascucci, Victor’s right-hand man, ran toward them. Fuck, he was dead now. Pascucci always carried a gun.
Jack struggled to his feet and leaned against the limo for a second. As Pascucci got closer, thoughts of Callie propelled him into action. He managed to push away and put one foot in front of the other. When he got to the tree line, he chanced looking back. Pascucci knelt near Angelo. Good, he was taking care of that injury and not following.
Jack stumbled away, pain coursing through him with each step. Callie. Get to Callie. Reaching in his pocket, he pulled out his phone so he could call Scott. His cousin would help him. Calling his partner, Steve, was necessary too. He had to let the Bureau know of this mess.
Leaning against a tree, he rested for a second and looked down at his side. Blood dripped from beneath the fingers he held there. Making it through this was imperative. Callie, his beautiful sweet Calico, carried his child. He had to be there to protect them both.
