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“Leave her alone,” Alicia snarled.
“We’re doing nothing more than spending some quality time together. Just like we used to. Isn’t that right, lovely Charity?”
That was all either I or Miguel could take. With our weapons pointed toward the sound of the asshole’s voice, we crept into the room.
“The charade is over, Rico. I suggest you drop your weapon,” I told him, darting my glance toward the two women for a split second.
He didn’t bother standing, nor did he lower his weapon. “Tsk. Tsk. Do you honestly think I’d come here alone?”
The sounds behind us of at least three sets of footsteps, the cocking of weapons was unmistakable. As the barrel of a gun was pressed against the back of my head, Georgia gasped.
“You see, Sabatino, I was expecting you. In fact, I was looking forward to meeting you. I’ve heard so much about your power and superiority that I had to see what all the fuss was about.” Rico laughed, the sound grating my nerves more than the assholes behind us. The odds weren’t in our favor, but I refused to allow this bullshit to continue much longer.
“You fucking bastard!” she exclaimed. “You will not do this. You will not take away everything I love.”
He jerked to his feet, taking long strides in her direction.
“Not so fast, Rico. While your men might kill me, it won’t be before I put a bullet between your eyes.” I did everything I could to keep my voice even.
At least the bastard had the good sense to stop before he touched her. The way his hand was outstretched was a good indication of what he had planned to do to her.
Alicia pushed her back by a couple of feet, eyeing Miguel carefully. I’d known for years they’d practiced for an ambush of this nature, the visual language they shared something special. I hadn’t carved out enough time with Georgia to do the same, but I had a feeling our connection was strong enough.
I was about to test the theory.
Miguel took a sidestep, catching Rico’s attention. He lifted his weapon toward Georgia, the evil grin on his face wider than before. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’m a crack shot as well, Sabatino. The woman you covet will be dead before the bullet hits my brain. Is that what you want?”
The air in the room was thick with tension and crackling electricity. The standoff wasn’t going to end well unless we all worked together. While I was a gambling man, this was too great a loss to bear. Still, there was no choice.
Not if I wanted to keep my family protected and alive.
Georgia and I locked eyes and I tried to convey all the emotions, the love and desire in the few precious seconds that could end up being our last. However, with no choice but to fight, it was time to end her nightmare.
“Go.”
Alicia tackled Georgia to the hardwood as I lunged toward Rico, the force pitching us both to the floor. The rapid gunfire came from my left, my brother not missing a beat.
I threw two hard punches to Rico’s face and gut followed by slamming my weapon against his head.
Rico was surprisingly strong, managing to shove me hard enough to break the connection. We both jumped to our feet and a split second before I could fire off a shot, he kicked the weapon from my hand, spinning around. I threw myself at him, managing to knock his weapon to the floor. As we both issued solid punches, another shot penetrated my eardrums.
We both jumped to our feet again and I smashed my fist against his head several times, the solid cracking sound followed by blood from his nose splattering on his shirt an indication I’d broken several bones. He tumbled backwards, grunting in pain.
But he managed to wrap his hand around his weapon, jerking the barrel in my direction. With one swift kick I knocked it from his hand, but the man scrambled, almost able to reach it.
“No. No!”
Suddenly, Georgia was in front of him, knocking his weapon away with her foot, pointing the gun I’d given her at his head.
“You fucking bastard. I should have killed you years ago.” Her voice was shaking but her hands were firmly planted around the gun, her stance solid. “Now, I get the chance. You will never hurt me or my son again. Or the man I love. You fucking. Worthless. Son. Of. A. Bitch. Go to hell.”
I sensed she was prepared to fire, only stopping when I placed my hand on her shoulder. “You don’t want to do this, baby. You’re not a killer.”
Her hesitation was all I needed. I kept my voice low, soothing in a way that she needed.
“He deserves to die,” she countered.
“And he will. Just not this way. Trust me, baby. Give me the weapon. You’re safe now. Dillon is safe now. He will never hurt you again.”
