All Chapters of Wet For Him: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The second step in the lobby was softer than the first. Careful. Professional. Whoever had entered through the fire exit was not rushing.Jace raised a hand and the group went still on the stairwell. Emma’s breathing stayed controlled against my shoulder. Noah stood close enough that I could feel the tension in him. He had stopped asking questions for the moment. The reality of armed people on roofs and inside buildings had finally burned the last of the ordinary world out of him.Jace leaned close to my ear. “We go up one level and cross to the rear stair. Do not wait for me if this breaks open.”I nodded once.We moved.The stairs were concrete and dusty. Every footstep felt too loud in the enclosed space. Marco took the rear with my father. The woman who wore my mother’s face stayed near Ruth, both of them quiet and focused. Noah kept to my side whether Jace liked it or not. The jealousy in Jace’s posture had become a constant heat under the larger threat.We reached the first land

The bar across the loading door bent with a hard metallic groan. Another impact followed, heavier than the last. Dust shook down from the frame.Jace pulled me tighter against his side, his hand still firm on the back of my neck. The touch was possessive and grounding at the same time. Noah stood half a step too close on my other side, body angled like he still thought he could put himself between me and whatever came through that door. Jace noticed. The jealousy in his eyes flashed hot and ugly for a second before he locked it down.“Positions,” Jace said. His voice stayed low and controlled. “When it opens we do not hold the room. We break for the rear window and the side alley. Stay on me.”My father and Marco moved without argument. Emma pressed close to my left. Ruth and the woman who looked like my mother took the angle nearest the secondary exit. The case stayed crushed between my arm and my ribs.The next impact split the bar.The door slammed inward.Tobias came through first

The third man’s voice stayed calm on the other side of the door, as if the street outside was not filling with people who wanted us dead or worse. “You have less than a minute before this building becomes the loudest target on the block,” he said. “I can walk you out of the net. The price is the case and a conversation. Nothing more complicated than that.” Jace’s hand remained locked at the back of my neck, thumb pressing hard against my pulse. The contact was possessive and raw. Heat bled through the simple touch even while danger stacked up on the other side of the wood. Noah watched the way Jace held me and the hurt in his eyes deepened into something quieter and more stubborn. My father spoke low. “If we open that door we are trusting the one player who has never shown us a clean motive. If we do not, Adriana and Hale finish the box and we fight in a hall with one usable exit.” Marco checked the rear again. “Rear lane still looks clear for the moment. That will not last once th

Adriana stood on the concrete bank like she had been waiting for this exact angle all night. The people with her spread out in a loose line, enough to cut the high ground without crowding each other. Below them the drainage channel left us with water on one side and a steep, broken wall on the other.Jace pulled me in hard against his side. His arm locked around my waist, fingers digging into my hip with open possession. The contact was rough and heated and completely indifferent to the audience above us. Even with Adriana watching, the claim in his touch sent a sharp pulse through me that had nothing to do with fear.“You keep choosing the lowest ground,” Adriana called down. “It is becoming a pattern. Hand up the case and yourself. I will let the rest of them crawl away. That is the last clean version of this I am offering.”Noah stood close on my other side, body angled like he still thought he could matter in a fight this size. Jace noticed and the jealousy in his grip on me tight

The service passage left almost no room to negotiate. The third man held the front. Footsteps kept coming from the terminal end behind us. The air smelled of cleaning fluid and dust and the sharp edge of a trap that had finally finished closing.Jace kept me half a step behind him, his free hand locked around my wrist hard enough to leave a mark. The contact was pure possession. Even in the narrow space the heat of it cut through the fear and left something raw underneath. Noah stayed close on my other side, too stubborn to take the safer distance, and every time his shoulder brushed mine Jace’s grip tightened.The third man watched the dynamic with mild interest. “You keep bringing soft points into hard spaces. That is why this keeps ending in corridors.”“Get out of the way,” Jace said.“I will. When the case changes hands. You already know Adriana will not leave that terminal without it or you. Hale is the same. I am the only one offering a door that does not require you to win aga