Enemy Lover (35 page)

The blonde whimpered and licked her lips. “A man,” she began softly. She cleared her throat. “H-he told me to forget I ever saw him.”

“What time?”

She glanced at the clock on the wall. ”About an hour ago.”

“What did he look like?”

“Sixties, bald, I think. He was wearing black from head to toe, including a hat, gloves and dark glasses.”

Jax cursed softly. Lazarus.

“And you didn’t think that was odd? That he didn’t want anyone to—”

“H-he was very convincing. When he left, the mayor was whistling Dixie. So no harm.”

Yeah. No harm. Except for Shane. “Where is the mayor?”

“I don’t know, honest. He canceled his last appointment. He said he would see me in the morning.”

Jax released the woman. “Call him.”

“Mayor Mercer?”

“Yes.”

Blondie looked like she was going to refuse, but Jax got back in her face.
“Now.”

The woman picked up her cell and hit a speed-dial number.

“It’s me,” she said.

Jax grabbed the phone from her. “Mr. Mayor, my name is Jax Cassidy. I work for the FBI and I have a most urgent matter to discuss with you. I need to meet you ASAP.”

He hung up on her.

Jax looked incredulously at the phone. She hit redial and got his voice mail. “Look, you smarmy bastard, national security is at stake here. Whatever Lazarus told you today—whatever he threatened you with—is not going to be half as bad as what I’ ll do to you. I work for an organization protecting Rowland from Lazarus. He is a killer, do you understand me? He will use you and spit you out. Call me at 877-550-9210. NOW. Or I swear to God, I will kill you myself.”

She hung up and threw the phone down on the desk, then ran from the building, leaving Blondie to gape after her like a thirsty fish.

She hailed a cab and headed for the Rowland estate, hoping Shane was somehow there, and kept telling herself that Shane was a big boy and could handle himself. But Jax knew he would not be able to hold his own against Lazarus or any of his kind.

A sudden sobering thought occurred to her. What if Marcus was the one who’d taken Shane?

He’d once said he’d get information out of her team if she wouldn’t cooperate.

She shook her head. No, Marcus and Lazarus believed
she was on their side. Unless.
Shit!
Unless they’d found out Skarskov was not dead.

But how? She remembered talking to Shane about it on the phone. Had his calling her by her first name been a clue, rather than a sign of affection? Had it even been Shane on the phone with her?
Shit!

Jax called Dante. “Any word?”

“None,” he said grimly.

“I’m on my way to the Rowlands’ . Maybe the senator has something.”

“No one there. Grace is in the safe house, the Mrs. took off early this morning to Carmel for a fund-raiser luncheon, and the senator is in Sac meeting with the governor.”

Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Dante, I’m scared.”

“I am, too,” he said quietly.

“They have Shane,” she gritted out. “I know it. He never showed up at the mayor’s office, but Lazarus did, about an hour ago. I know he spoke with Mercer. When I called that prick, he hung up on me! I don’t know what Lazarus said or threatened him with, but he wouldn’t answer his phone when I called back.”

“Shane never showed up at the San Mateo coroner’s office either.”

Jax set the phone aside, slapped on the glass partition, and yelled at the driver. “Take me to the Sokko on Filmore.” She put the phone back to her ear. “I’m going to my hotel room and summoning Cross.”

“How are you going to do that? And what the hell for? You really think he’s going to help?”

She rubbed her temple. “Yes. No. I don’t know. But he’ ll come.” He had to!

“I’ ll be right there.”

“No, Dante. He’ ll know you’ re there and might stay away. Stand by for my call.”

“I don’t like this, Cassidy.”

“I don’t either, but I don’t know what else to do!”

“I’ ll get a ping on the cell towers and see if we can locate Mercer. I don’t know how, but he’s involved in this mess.”

Jax took a big, deep breath. “Stand by, Dante. This ride is going to get wicked.”

“It already has.”

“Marcus Cross! Come here now!” Jax screamed from her balcony. Her throat was raw. For over an hour, she had called for Marcus. He hadn’t come to her.

Damn bastard. This was all his fault. His fault for being involved with Lazarus. For making her let her guard down and believe she could trust him. What had she been thinking? He was the same, same as Lazarus—

Fairness demanded that she stop her foolish thoughts. She slammed her palm against a wall and took a deep breath. This wasn’t Marcus’s fault. Not that she knew of, but she was terrified for Shane. For herself.

For all of them.

“Please, God, let him be OK,” she prayed.

But she knew he wasn’ t. There was only one reason he was gone: The Solution had him, and it was her fault, not Cross’ s.

Somehow, some way, she’d messed up. She’d been
too cocky. Sparring with Marcus and thinking she’d had them all fooled, when all along—

She squeezed her eyes shut when the images of Alan LeVech’s bloody body flashed in her mind’s eye. “No!” she shouted. She could not stand the image of Shane lying in his own blood, his throat ripped from his body.

No more messing up. No more.

Quickly, she dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, a black wife beater and an old pair of worn combat boots. She hauled the metal ammo box that had been delivered earlier onto the bathroom counter. It was chock-full of vampire killing ammunitions.

She picked up her pistol and loaded it with the silver-tipped wooden rounds, then grabbed the extra magazines of the same, stored them with the pistol in her holster, then, for good measure, shoved a few loose bullets in her pants pocket on instinct. Next she grabbed three silver-tipped wooden stakes and slid them into her thigh pockets. Lastly she grabbed a thick silver chain and dumped it in her hip pocket. She shoved several smaller ones in her back pockets.

She was armed to the teeth and dared any vampire, even one as powerful as Lazarus, to mess with her.

She strode into the bedroom and gasped. Marcus stood at the door.

She rushed him and began pummeling him. “Where is he? What have you done with Shane?”

Marcus grabbed her, holding her flaying fists away from him.

Jax wrenched away and reached for her Glock. Marcus knocked it from her hand and threw her onto the bed.

“Who are you really?” he demanded.

“Where is Shane?” she cried, coming at him again.

He tossed her back onto the bed and followed her there, pushing her back into the pillows. “Answer me.”

Anger rolled off him in harsh waves. His eyes were red, his fangs drawn. It was time. Only the truth would suffice. If it would save Shane, then she would divulge all. “My name is Jax Cassidy. I work for a covert government-sanctioned operation. My mission isn’t just to protect Rowland but to infiltrate The Solution, then destroy Lazarus, as well as his operatives.”

“Including me?”

She nodded. “Including you.”

He stared at her, then stiffly moved away, picking up the gun from the floor. He chambered a round and handed it to her. “Then do it.”

Her heart stopped beating for a moment. She took the weapon and aimed it at his heart. “Tell me where Shane is and I’ ll let you live.”

“I don’t know where he is.”

She moved the barrel a hair to the right and pulled the trigger. A bullet tore through his right shoulder. His body recoiled from the impact, but he didn’t make a sound. Just remained standing. His eyes narrowed. His dark shirt dampened with blood. She aimed at him again. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care what you believe.” He stepped toward her again. She pulled the trigger and hit his left shoulder. He barely recoiled. A twin bloodstain to the one on his right shoulder erupted.

“Another step and this one goes into your heart.”

“Kill me and you kill yourself.”

“I doubt it.”

“Lazarus gave me the kill order on you tonight.”

“Lucky me.”

“I convinced him to allow me to turn you.”

“Never!”

He smiled then, despite his wounds and the blood. “How did I know you’d say that?” He looked out into the darkness, then back to her. “You give me no choice then. You’ re coming with me.” He grabbed at her, but she danced away.

“Is it that easy for you? Killing me?”

His eyes widened and he threw back his head and laughed. The sound wasn’t pleasant. “You just shot me. Twice. I could ask the same of you.”

“I didn’t kill you. Yet.”
I never wanted to kill you,
she thought.
Not after having you. Knowing you.

“Nor will you, Jax.”

“You don’t think I can,” she challenged.

“No,” he said softly, “but more importantly, if you kill me tonight, Lazarus will come after you, and he will find you and kill you, but before he does, he will make you wish you had never been born.”

She believed him. Even if she hadn’t met Lazarus, she could see the honesty in Marcus’s gaze. But she
had
met Lazarus. She knew perfectly well what he was capable of—sending his team member to kill his own sister being only the beginning. “So you’ re being all knight in shining armor by offering to kill me instead? Without the torture first?”

He hesitated. “Yes.”

“Why would you even care?”

He set his jaw. “Because.”

“Because isn’t a reason.”

“It’s the only one you’ re going to get.”

Jax changed her tactics. “Why work for Lazarus when you can work for the real good guys?”

He looked bored all of a sudden. “I do work for the real good guys.”

“No, you don’ t. Lazarus is a terrorist with delusions of grandeur. The more he kills, the more trouble he makes for the U.S. government. It’s men like him, blinded by what they think is right, who jeopardize the freedoms over a million Americans have died to protect.” Jax looked hard at him, as if seeing him for the first time. “Did you lose your sense of humanity when you became like him?”

He snarled and moved so close to her that she felt his breath on her cheek. “Careful, girl. Talk about the pot and the kettle. Besides, you don’t know me. You don’t know how I think, how I feel. Don’t pretend to.”

“I know your type,” she spat, still thinking of Shane. “Anything goes so long as it’s in the name of patriotism. You’ re no different than those fanatic Jihadists.”

He grabbed the gun from her hand, stunning her with his quickness and strength. Then he grabbed her, trying to drag her to the door. She twisted, and kicked him hard in the groin.

“Stop fighting me, damn it,” he growled. “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to give you something I have never given to any soul I have been sent to eliminate.”

She stilled, then almost gasped when she remembered the silver chain in her pocket. “What?”

He spun her around and cupped her face in his hands. “Your life.”

She gripped the chain in her pocket. “What about Shane?”

“If Lazarus has him, no one can help him now.”

Jax felt as if the air had been knocked out of her chest. Her team meant everything to her, yet he would do nothing to help.

But why would he?
she thought. Would she have given Lazarus quarter? Still, the betrayal burned almost hotter than her body had when he’d touched her intimately.

“I thought you would be different, Marcus. I thought—” She shook her head. She was a fool. “I thought what happened here—”

His eyes had turned a cold, frosty blue. “Don’t let the sex muddy up the waters, Jax. I gave you what you wanted and you lost. Now move on.”

She glared at him from watery eyes. “I already have.”

Whipping out her hand, she lassoed the chain around his neck, cringing when she felt the heat of the contact and heard him groan in pain.

He released her, and she roped another foot of chain around his neck, pressing it into him until he was so weak that she knocked him unconscious. His skin burned where the silver touched. Call her crazy, but she felt—compassion.
Shit.
She reached down and unwound the chain, leaving it laying across his neck. There, he’d be down, but he would not asphyxiate. She owed him that much.

When he came around, she’d be long gone and Lazarus eliminated.

She ran out of the room, blinking back tears that clouded her vision. When she reached the lobby, she took a moment to think.

She grabbed her cell phone and called Godfather.

“Black,” he said.

“Sir,” Jax whispered.

“Cassidy?” he asked, anxious.

“Yes, sir. I have bad news.”

“Go ahead.”

“By all accounts, we’ ve lost Donovan.”

She told him everything then. When she was done, he called her home.

“No, sir. I have a mission to complete. Lazarus must be destroyed.”

“Listen to me, Cassidy,” he urgently said. “We need to regroup. We need to rethink this one.”

“No, sir,” she softly said. “I’m fully armed. There’s nothing to rethink.” She hung up then and moved.

She wouldn’t return to L.O.S.T. until Joseph Lazarus was dead.