Oh shit!
“Killian!” I try to move forward, but Jagger puts his hand on my arm.
Wes steps in front of me.
Jagger says, “Wes. Wanted her here to calm him, but it’s not working; maybe you should move her downstairs for now, so-”
“I’m not going anywhere. What on earth is going on?” I demand.
“We don’t know why, Violet,” Jagger says, wiping his lip with a wad of Kleenex. “But he’s been having a freak-out the past half an hour. It’s like it’s some sort of… psychotic break? I don’t know. He started stressin’, saying shit that sounded like he was spiraling into some sort of anxiety attack and then he just started losin’ it, fired his gun at the window and tried to turn it to me.” He shakes his head and shrugs, gesturing toward the space around us. “Thank God he had a moment of lucidity then because I was able to get the gun. He did all this. It’s been bad.”
“Fuck you!” Killian shouts at the wall. “You don’t fucking touch her again!?” He rushes to his desk and reaches underneath. “Where’s my fuckin’ gun? I know what I fucking saw, Jag,” Killian shouts at Jagger. “Gimme that gun back.” He then looks back toward no one and says, “I’ll put you in the fucking ground myself this time.”
“Baby,” I say, “Sit down and talk to me. Calm down.”
“Thank God you’re here. I thought he got you. He said he got you.” Killian pushes his way past one of the guys who is trying to block him from getting to me.
“Stay behind me,” Wes says, holding a hand out. “Killian, man. Let’s sit down. Can we sit down and you can run through it for us?”
“Move, Wes,” Killian demands. “Do not ever get between me and her. Nobody better fuckin’ ever get between me and my wife or I will fucking gut them.”
“Let me go to him,” I say. “Everyone, let me go to Killian!”
“Let me get to my goddamn wife!” Killian roars. “Or I’ll shoot every fucking one of you. Nobody keeps her from me. No one. You want to go where the last guy that kept her from me went?”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I shove my way out of Wesley’s hold to get to Killian, who takes me into his arms.
“Thank God, thank God. I thought he got you. I thought he fucking got you and our baby and fuck.”
“Jagger, can you clear everyone out? I don’t want him saying things we can’t take back.”
“Right,” Jagger says. “Everyone out.”
“Not me,” Wes denies, “Goin’ nowhere. I’m here to protect Violet.”
“I protect Violet!” Killian shouts, thumping his chest with his fist. “Me!”
“Bud, you pay me to keep her safe and I know if you were in your right mind right now, you’d want me gettin’ her away from this scene,” Wes says.
“Fuck you,” Killian points at him. “You’re fired.”
“Who? Who do you think got me?” I lower my voice and whisper into his ear, “Ray? Did something go wrong with Ray?” I ask.
“Max,” Killian says, squeezing me tight.
Max?
I frown.
Killian takes my face into both hands, looking right into my eyes.
“Max is running rampant, blowin’ up my clubs, setting our apartment on fire, and he said he hurt you and the baby.”
“Our apartment? Max? What?”
“He blew up Numbers. Genesis is on fire and Exodus melted. Don’t know what he’s doin’ with Law.”
“We’re inside Numbers, baby. It’s not blown up.”
He ignores that. “Thank God you’re here, Violet. I need my gun back, Jag. Gimme my motherfucking gun. Jag doesn’t believe me.” Killian looks into my eyes. “I need to get you safe. And then I need to fucking kill him. How can you be my fuckin’ friend and take my gun, Jag? You saw what he was doin’! Where’s Willie? He threw Willie’s mattress out and Willie can have my bed. I’ll sleep on the goddamn floor. I give no fucks.” Killian lets go of me and grabs Jagger by the throat. “Fuck you. Did he make you some promises? Is that why you’re on his side now?”
Killian is wild-eyed, disheveled. Sweating. Jagger pushes him off and Killian goes for his throat again.
“Killian!” I shout.
“Do something!” I say over my shoulder to Wes, because Killian is forcefully walking Jagger over to the broken window with his hand circling Jagger’s throat.
As Wes rushes toward them, I haul the door open. “Tony! Help!”
Tony charges past the two guys in the hallway and it takes both Wes and Tony to pull Killian off Jagger and just in time because they’re dangerously close to the opening in the window where one or both of them could get cut or even fall.
It takes the three of them to pin him down, they take punches as Killian swings wildly, connecting with all three of them multiple times as they work to subdue him.