A violent man capable of murder. And the worst part of it was, it had nothing to do with whatever transgression Preston had made against Niall. That might be what got him on Jet’s radar, but it was what he’d done to me that had earned him what he was given. If Jet had killed him, it would’ve been on me. His blood would’ve been on my hands. I’d wished him dead more times than I could count when everything happened between us, but now that it might actually happen, I felt nothing but sick to my stomach. I looked up at Big with tears in my eyes and said, “Is he going to survive?”“Your boy stopped before it got to that,” he said, watching a couple of guys tending to Preston. They hooked his arms around their necks and hoisted him to his feet. He walked out, though just barely.“He’ll be fine. Come on,” Big said as he took my arm. He made a path through the crowd for us. I didn’t remember taking a single step, but somehow, I ended up climbing into Big’s truck shortly afterward.
