If Jack nods, I miss it. Instead, he rushes over and crouches down with what looks like every intention of picking me up. I gather my breath to protest, but before I can, I’m in his arms screaming bloody murder.
It hurts like hell.
“Shut her hole up, or I’m going to do it for her permanently,” Emilio says from somewhere behind me.
“Emilio, shut up,” Jack snaps. “Give me the keys to your car, and you take my motorcycle.”
“You ain’t putting her in my Escalade. No way. You know how tough it is to get blood stains out of leather?”
The murderous look in Jack’s eyes when he looks down at me has me thinking that if Jack wasn’t out of bullets, his brother would be dead by now. “Where’s your car?”
“Out back,” I pant. “Key in…pocket.”
He carries me out the back and toward my car. Sanchez is t
