I pressed the barrel of my gun against my forehead, groaning as a headache began to pulse at my temples.
I'd caught a cold in last night's rain, and I glanced over at Jayden, who was busy beating the hell out of another thief. He was in his element, no cold to slow him down, just doing what he loved best.
Spilling blood.
All I wanted was to crawl back into bed with my girl and hold her close all day, but duty had other plans.
A gunshot echoed through the warehouse, making me wince and close my eyes against the pain in my head.
Jayden sauntered over, a grin on his face as he tucked his gun away.
"Done!" he announced.
"Thank God," I muttered.
Jayden's smile faltered as he noticed my sour mood.
"You okay, bro?"
I wiped my runny nose on the back of my hand and shot him a glare.
"No.
