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Changed my mind. You had five minutes left. Now it’s two.
“Dillon’s forced our hand.” Seth held the phone out to Heath. “We go now.”
His brother drew his weapon from his ankle holster as Zach updated Adam. “Then we do this right.”
A few seconds later, Seth and Zach took their positions behind Heath as Adam placed charges on the metal door.
Then everything happened at once.
Lincoln smashed a hole in the window and tossed in two flashbangs. The small charges near the locks on the metal doors detonated, blowing the lock. Adam kicked the door in and he and Heath charged inside.
“Police! Drop your weapon,” Heath yelled.
Seth and Zach dived into the room.
His gut twisted at the sight of Dillon standing next to Harper and holding a Glock under her chin. Her eyes, wild with fear, pleaded with him for help. The revolver was on the floor a good ten feet from Dillon. To the left lay the lifeless bodies.
“Drop your weapon, Dillon,” Heath ordered in an iron hard command.
“I don’t think so, little brother.” Dillon shoved the muzzle harder against the soft skin under Harper’s chin.
She clenched her mouth tightly closed, but her smothered cry was heard by all in the room.
Seth beat down the fury raging through him enough to bite out, “Dillon, it’s over. There’s six of us and one of you.”
“But it only takes one bullet, Seth, for me to win.” The man he’d called brother for the last thirteen years blinked through his watery eyes and laughed.
Dillon’s gaze seemed unfocused. The flashbangs had worked in part, but he must have been turned the other way and missed the full force. Either way, his grip on the Glock was locked firm.
“Dillon, you wanted us here, so tell us, why?” Adam’s tone of voice was calm, almost coaxing, despite the fact his weapon was still drawn on Dillon. “This isn’t you, man. Not the brother we know. Aurora would want us to talk it out.”
“Don’t tell me what she’d want. You of all people don’t get to tell me what she’d want.” Dillon yelled at Adam, his free hand waving about, while the Glock stayed shoved under Harper’s chin. “The big bad Aussie. Leader of the goddamn fucking pack. But I was the oldest. The one who should have been in charge. Not you.”
Sweet Jesus. Dillon’s revenge all started from jealousy? Seth stared at the man he’d considered a brother, someone he’d loved and admired for years. And all that time, Dillon’s hatred had festered inside of him like a cancer.
“Dillon,” Zach said gently. “Don’t make it this way. We’re family.”
“No.” Dillon shook his head with short, jerky movements. “We’re not family. Never were.”
“Okay,” Zach stood, feet apart, his gun gripped loosely in both hands. “But I’ve got to know, man. You’ve hit each of us except me. Why?”
Dillon’s upper lip uncurled. Seth watched stunned as the man’s expression gentled. “Hurting you would hurt Milly. I could never do that. I love her.” His tone sounded pleading, as if begging for understanding.
What the hell? Here was a man who had murdered three people, but spared one of his brothers because of his love for his niece.
But Dillon wasn’t finished as he continued to address Zach. “You’re a father. A child should never lose their parent. Not like I did. Mom was mine first. You all stole her.”
“When did we steal her, Dillon?” Heath stepped to the left as Adam moved in the opposite direction to open up a space between them.
“The day that fucker pulled me from the water,” Dillon flicked his chin toward Adam contemptuously. “She thought you were all so wonderful. Saved her son. Then she gave you our name. Our name.” He yelled the last two words.
His name. Seth remembered the ‘attack’ post on Dillon. The bitter, crazed man in front of him had authored that post. How personal were his words? “But it’s not really your name is it, Dillon? You were born a bastard. No dad to give you his name. And even with the Justice surname, nothing changed the fact you were illegitimate.”
“Don’t say that.” Dillon shuffled on his feet. The tip of the gun lowered an inch.
Harper’s gaze dipped. She could feel the loss of pressure. That’s it. Stay alert, baby. She glanced back up at Seth. Her caramel-colored gaze, although still showing her fear, had sharpened.
Seth kept on.
