There was just enough light to make out some details, and he didn’t think he’d seen a gun in the guy’s hand. He rushed around the side of the house, seeing the gate close.
Jump raced to the gate and pulled it open. The guy hadn’t fired on him, so he gambled that the dude didn’t have a gun as he ran after him, closing the distance.
Though he was in the USA, he would take the shot if Blakely wasn’t in the way. He couldn’t risk hitting her.
Instead of shooting, Jump kept after them. When the jerk got to his vehicle, Jump had about ten feet to go. The guy must have heard him and turned.
Blakely took that moment to wrench herself free of the asshole. He was clear, but shooting a man in the USA was going down a difficult path he didn’t want to deal with.
Though his arm was injured, Jump pulled back his fist and then using all his strength, hit Grayson square in the face.
It was marvelous to see the guy crumbling in front of him. Grayson dropped to his knees, then fell to the ground. Jump stood over him, making sure he couldn’t get up.
A siren sounded close. Someone must have called the police. He glanced over, seeing Blakely leaning against the bed of the truck.
“Are you okay?” Jump asked.
She nodded. “Thank you. I’m good.”
He nodded as he took a step back from the guy on the ground and laced his fingers behind his head, though it hurt like a bitch to hold his hands up like this. He didn’t need some trigger-happy officer to figure out he had a gun on him and shoot first.
Blakely couldn’t believe Grayson was sitting in the back of a police car. She’d been listening to the police as they figured out the truck Grayson had been driving was stolen. The plates on the back of the truck were from some car that had reported their plates stolen.
Jump was shaking the officer’s hand, and it seemed like everything was fine. When the police had taken Jump’s gun off him, she’d been afraid for him. But everything had turned out okay.
He walked over, his gun back in his hand before he put it in his pocket. “They will call us if he gets out.”
“Oh, do they have your number?”
“I gave it to them. They’ll want to talk to you again, but not now.”
She shook her head. “I can’t thank you enough. You saved me.”
He pulled her close but then flinched as he sucked in air like he was in pain. She leaned back and looked at him then remembered his arm.
“Let me see your arm.”
“I’m fine.”
She rolled her eyes and moved to get a better look at his injury. “It’s bleeding.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“I think you need to get it looked at. You want your arm to heal, right?”
Jump blew out a slow breath. “Yes. I want it to heal. I’ll get it looked at.”
“Thank you.”
Two cars pulled up, and she turned, seeing some of Jump’s friends. As they drew closer, she could see it was Foster and T.
“Yo, is everything okay?” Foster gave them both hugs.
“Thario called this morning, making sure you were okay. I sent a couple of texts and tried to call,” T said.
Jump patted his pockets. “My phone. I don’t have it.”
“We had a busy morning,” Blakely said.
