Jack's secret

Jack's POV

I let go of Richard, rushing over to her. “Tamara, are you okay? Are you hurt?” My voice was softer now, the concern leaking through despite my best efforts to stay calm.

She shook her head, but she still looked confused, her eyes flicking between me and Richard. “Why didn’t you call me?” I asked, more sharply than I intended. “You were in danger. Why didn’t you call?”

“I-I…” She stammered, clearly still in shock, unable to form a coherent response.

“Shh, it’s okay,” I said, pulling her close, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “You’re fine now. I’ve got you.”

I guided her to the car, opening the door and helping her inside. She didn’t say a word, still too stunned by everything that had happened. I could feel her shaking slightly as she settled into the seat.

I turned back to Richard, who was slowly coming to, groaning as he tried to sit up. Without a word, I dragged him over to the car and shoved him into the trunk, slamming it shut.

“What the hell are you doi