Chapter 32

“Stay, Andre!” Jax ordered when the dog tried to yank the leash free from Jax’s grip. “Sit!” He pointed to the ground at his feet and with great reluctance the dog did. Jax holstered his gun then knelt beside him, stroking his back. “You couldn’t catch him unless he let you. If he did, he’d kill you.”

It was the truth and Jax knew it. Once again Keegan was playing his games and this time it would have ended in Andre’s death if he hadn’t been on the leash.

Standing, Jax shouted, “Enough games, you bastard. I’m here. Come for me!”

There was no answer, but then he didn’t expect one.

With Andre grudgingly walking beside him, because he obviously wanted to find the Doberman, they returned to the house. Donovan stood on the porch, holding a shotgun.

“I heard a shot. Are you all right? He missed, I hope.”

“That was me, and I hit him,” Jax replied. “He ran before I could get off another shot.”

Donovan frowned. “You carry a gun?”