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Zoey’s eyes widened at the threat.
“Rowdy Mackay, you will not,” Kelly exclaimed. “He’s a kid. Natches would traumatize him.”
Rowdy snorted. “So? He traumatizes me and Dawg on a daily basis; let him spread it around a little.”
“Not to mention his wife and daughter,” Zoey pointed out. “And me and Doogan.”
Rowdy turned back to her, his expression curious. “What did Doogan do?”
Zoey rolled her eyes as she turned to Kelly. “Notice he doesn’t ask what his cousin has done, it’s what has Doogan done. That is just wrong.”
Kelly laughed at the comment, her brown eyes warm and filled with laughter.
A high-pitched scream cut the laughter off.
Before Zoey could think she and Kelly were racing behind Rowdy as he all but tore the door off the front of the store to get to the parking lot.
The scene that met Zoey’s eyes was horrifying.
Terror dragged a weak cry, filled with complete blood-freezing horror, from her as she watched the overly large male trying to drag Natches’s daughter, Bliss, into a van as her cousins, Laken, Annette, and Erin screamed and attacked the heavily muscled assailant. Annette was holding on to Bliss’s arm for dear life, screaming for her dad, her voice filled with such overwhelming fury Zoey knew she’d never forget the sound of it.
At the sight of Rowdy bearing down on him, the dark-clothed, masked assailant pushed Bliss into her cousin and jumped into the van as it tore away, tires screaming.
Annette wrapped her arms around her cousin as the other girls surrounded her just as Rowdy, Kelly, and Zoey reach them.
“There were no plates, Dad, but he smelled like fish and smoke.” Annette was flushed, her green eyes darker, the anger in them a sight to see.
“Get inside.” Rowdy didn’t pause to get details.
Pushing the girls from the marina, he was on his cell phone.
“Get to the dock,” he yelled into the phone, and Rowdy never yelled. “Now, goddamn it. Get here now.”
He’d called either Dawg or Natches, who would call the other. Soon, the marina would be swarming with reinforcements. Grabbing the cell phone from her back pocket, Zoey hit the first number programmed in.
“Babe?” Doogan answered immediately.
“Get to the marina.”
The line disconnected. Doogan didn’t waste time with words; he was a man of action. He’d be there within minutes.
Pushing the girls into the store wasn’t enough. Rowdy didn’t stop until they were safely behind the reinforced steel-and-wood barrier of the walls that surrounded it, his wife and Zoey dragged in behind them.
Kelly rushed to the girls, her hands catching Bliss’s shoulders as her gaze went over the girl. “Are you okay, baby?”
Her voice was trembling, adrenaline and fear crashing through her as Zoey watched Rowdy move to the safe.
The guns were there.
Zoey rushed to him, catching his arm as his gaze snapped to her.
“No,” she whispered. “Not while they’re here.”
She glanced at the girls, especially his daughter as she watched him.
“Let him get his gun, Zoey.” Fury still raged in Annette’s voice. “Uncle Natches will have his. Bet me.”
Zoey felt like knocking her and her father’s heads together.
