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I was locked—nothing I could do, and that gray-eyed bastard knew it well.

But then...

A gunshot rang out.

My right ear went deaf.

In that moment, I understood one truth: When someone tells you that trauma happens in slow-mo, there is absolutely no exaggeration in those words. I watched that bullet fly from the end of Cook’s gun, past my ear, whiz along my outstretched arm, and pass my own weapon.

Thoughts coursed through my mind about how I may never have more time with Bou. The slug traveled across the vast canyon that lay between me and the bed where my woman was held. I begged every superpower or almighty being that might have a possibility of existing for the bullet to stay true. It moved over the foot board, flew over Lynch’s shit-kickers, passed Bou’s bare toes and legs.

My mouth flooded as if I might be sick.

The bullet continued up and above her beautiful, perfect stomach, over her breast and shoulder until finally, after an eon, it struck home in that sadistic asshole’s right eye.

Then someone hit the fast-forward button.

The knife fell onto Bou’s chest, then slipped onto the bed. The guy’s body fell back, his one remaining eye staring out blindly.

I dropped my guns and darted to the far side of the bed to Bou.

She pushed me away. “No. I’m fine. Help Celt!”

“I got him,” Doc shouted. He was supposed to be getting out of the house with Angel and Kimmers. I guessed he’d had something to say about that.

“Shh. Doc’s here. I’m here,” I murmured.

I reached for the pocketknife in my boot and grabbed onto Bou. My monster inside yelled, Mine!

Slicing the ropes from her wrists, I pulled her tight against my body. My breath rasped with near-loss. “It’s okay. We’re okay.”

I accepted a blanket from Cook and wrapped it around us both.

Her hands came up around me, but her chin pushed up over my shoulder, searching for her brother.

Such a fucking strong and caring woman. She had survived. And even in her state, she was more worried about Celt than herself.

I smoothed her hair and grasped the back of her neck to try to get her closer. “I’ve got you now,” I said as gently as possible, then pulled back to look at her, to search her dark eyes.

“I’m all right,” she whispered. Her gaze dropped then lifted to mine. “I’m glad you’re here, but I’m fine now. Celt needs help though.”

“Yeah,” Doc piped up. “We gotta get him to a hospital. Help me carry him to the van.”

But I wasn’t fucking leaving Bou’s side, so I shot a gaze over to Cook and Jackyl at the door. They helped Doc lift Celt and tote his dead weight to the van while I cradled Bou in my arms.

I wrapped her fully in the blanket. I’d find her some clothes to wear later, but now she needed medical attention. She tried to pull away. “I need to get to Celt.”

“I’m taking you to Celt,” I soothed. “You’re both going to the hospital.”

I started to carry her to the van, but she laid a hand on my chest. “Let me grab some clothes.”

For some reason, I didn’t want to put her down. If I held on, no one could hurt her. No one could tear us apart again.

“Wilde,” she whispered and pressed her lips to my ticking jaw. “Truly, I’m good enough to get dressed.”

I let her down. She pulled some basketball-style shorts and a sweatshirt from the dresser, rolling the sleeves after she’d dressed. Bou started for the door, but I swept her back into my arms and carried her outside. At the van, Doc was situating Celt in the back and pulling out medical shit. When Bou squeezed me around the neck, I gave in and lowered her to the ground so she could hop into the back. I wasn’t going to be the motherfucker who kept her away from her battered brother. I’d be riding on the van’s tailpipe though all the way to its destination.

But Doc held up a hand, barring her entry. “I can’t have anyone else in here right now. I need to work. Cook’s driving to Phoenix. Once I get Celt stable, I’ll call St. Joseph’s Westgate Medical Center and let them know the deal.”

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