Jagged: A Standalone Bad Boy Romance by Winter Scott Page B

reach for my gun.
     
    Mayor Trump shook his gun at me. “Not so fast, Carter. Hands up high where I can see him.”
     
    I wouldn't be able to pull my pistol out fast enough. The mayor would get off two shots before I could even fire a first. I hesitantly raised my hands up.
     
    My phone buzzed in my pocket. Taylor was on her way up.
     
    It was all over now.

Chapter Eleven

Taylor

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to the top floor.
     
    Please be gone, Carter.
     
    But it was worse than I ever could've imagined.
     
    The door to my father's office was wide open and Carter stood there with his hands raised above his head. Why didn't you try to hide?
     
    “What are you doing in my office, Carter?” my father's voice boomed.
     
    Mayor Trump came into view, holding a gun pointed right at Carter. My stomach flipped over. I wanted to scream but nothing came out of my open mouth.
     
    “I'm glad you all could make it,” the mayor announced.
     
    My father stepped forward. “Morty? You can't be serious. Put the gun down.”
     
    Carter laughed. “Your name's Morty? Morty Trump? You must've been picked on a lot when you were a kid.”
     
    Trump pointed the gun higher at Carter. “Shut the fuck up, Carter. You'll get what's coming to you soon enough.” He turned back to my father. “I won't let you control me anymore, Kyle. With you gone, I'll be free and Kyle Enterprises will be done for.”
     
    My father stood in front of me and put his hands up. “Put the gun down and let's talk about this, Morty.”
     
    The mayor swung his gun around and pointed it at my father. “We're done talking.”
     
    Carter and I locked eyes. He was so calm in such a tense situation. That's when I knew he had everything under control.
     
    Carter reached down behind his waistband in slow motion. He pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the mayor. The mayor realized what was happening in the corner of his eyes. He swung back around to meet Carter but it was too late.
     
    Carter fired off two shots, hitting the mayor in the chest and head. Blood sprayed in large arcs, splattering over the ceiling and walls of my father's immaculate office. A scream finally escaped my lips and I grabbed onto my father for comfort.
     
    Mayor Trump slumped to the ground like a bag of bones, blood pooling around his body.
     
    Carter quickly jumped to the mayor and picked up the gun. He pointed both of them at my father. “Get on your knees, Mr. Kyle.” Carter's eyes glowed with rage.
     
    I stepped in front of my father and spread my arms out. “Don't kill him, Carter. Even if he's a bad man, he's still my father.”
     
    Carter stared at me, his chest expanding and contracting. The rage left his eyes and he lowered the gun. “Call the police, Taylor. Your father is going to prison for a long time.

Carter

The cops had everything they needed to take down Mr. Kyle. The DA made a deal with him to send Taylor's father to a lower security prison in exchange for a confession.
     
    Mr. Kyle agreed.
     
    He was going to jail just as fast as I did. And everything was right in the world again.
     
    The next day, Taylor called me over to her father's house. When I arrived on my Harley, the place was swarming with government agents. Big moving vans were parked outside and they were loading furniture.
     
    I walked into the grand entryway which was so familiar to me since that was as far as Mr. Kyle would usually let me into his home. A double staircase led to the second floor. A glass chandelier hung from above. “Taylor, you in here?” I called out. My voice echoed through the large room.
     
    “Up here, Carter,” she replied, standing at the wooden banister of the second floor.
     
    I smiled at her and made my way through the crowd of agents moving files and furniture. I walked upstairs to the unexplored second floor. I passed by so many different rooms: library, sitting room, gallery, and too many bathrooms to count.
     
    I almost walked by the