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Panic rushes through me, making my heart jackknife in my chest. “Where’s Keen?” I blurt out in panic. Because if there’s someone in the house who shouldn’t be, that means Keen could be in danger. “Prince too!”
“Are you sure it’s not one of the guys?” Con asks, the worry clear in his voice, because we know Oscar wouldn’t make a mistake like that.
Oscar ignores him and holds his phone up to his ear. “Bren. Redcars.”
The moment the family safe word, redcars, slips from Oscar’s mouth, a sob catches in my throat. The women and children fall silent. Con jumps up from beside me and goes over to the dining table, then places his hand beneath it, retrieving a gun I didn’t know was housed beneath the woodwork. He ejects the magazine, checking it before clicking it back into place. His tousled hair falls over his eyes, and I long to push it back and gaze at him with the pride I feel, but as more pain courses through me, I can’t help but scream, “Ahhh!”
“Oscar?” Con spins to face Oscar who gives his head a shake in some silent conversation.
Con’s shoulders fall, and he walks toward me, then kneels so our gazes clash. “I need you to trust me, Will.”
“I do.” I nod through tear-filled eyes. “Paige is going to take care of you.”
I open my lips to tell him I need him. “I’m going to protect you. All of you.” The sincerity in his tone has my lip wobbling. “I love you, baby.” His lips clash with mine in a messy kiss that leaves me breathless, and when he pulls back, I take in the now empty room, apart from us and Paige, leaving me with a tremor of fear.
As Con turns his back and heads through the door, Paige turns her attention toward me. “I need you to listen to everything I tell you, Will. You got this, okay?” Her stern voice has me nodding with confidence, when, in reality, I’m petrified.
ChapterFifteen
Con
The moment Oscar uttered the word redcars, I knew what we had to do. I retrieved the additional handgun, checked the safety, then nodded in agreement when Oscar gave the command I knew was coming. As much as I don’t like the idea, I don’t doubt my brother for one minute, and I know he would never do anything to put his wife in danger.
He pressed the button to a panel that opens a door and allows access to a safe room—thank fuck the power to it is linked to an external source—where, while I gave Will a reassuring kiss we both needed, Oscar led Angel, Lily, Ma, Sky, and the kids into there, locking them in securely.
I linger in the darkness of the foyer, waiting for my cue, knowing Finn and Cal are now back inside the house, sweeping it to locate my son. I guard the dining room, where just beyond the door my wife is struggling to contain her groans of pain. Sweat drips down my back, I want nothing more than to see the birth of our baby, but this is far more important. I only wish we weren’t using her cries as bait.
Movement filters through the shadows, the squeak of heavy boots a clear indicator it’s not one of my brothers. Only Finn wears boots, and this man is far taller. The realization makes me question if I should tackle him or just stick a bullet in him. When he slowly opens the door to the dining room, a glimmer of light shines through, and I opt for the latter, delivering three swift bullets: two to his shoulder and one to his leg. He goes down with a roar while I fly through the air, unable to contain myself any longer. Straddling him, I land a solid punch to his face, followed by another, then another until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he’s unconscious.
“C... Con?”
Will’s voice forces my fist to stop midair and turn to face her.
Paige shines her phone in my direction, allowing me to see Will. Her tear-streaked face is a thing of beauty that causes my racing pulse to slow down, helping me to breathe easily once again.
“The boys?”
I can’t help the lie that slips from my mouth; I only hope it’s the truth. “The guys have got them.”
Her shoulders relax, and I know I did the right thing. Right now, Will needs to concentrate on having our baby.
Her lips tip up into a smile, and that alone allows me to take in the situation. My body is frozen in place as I scan my wife, and she’s now on the floor and her legs are open with Paige between them.
White noise happens around me, and my head spins, but my feet remain glued to the floor as panic builds inside me. Oh shit. Oh shit, this is it.
“Con, you can join us.” Paige nods toward Will with a soft smile, and I glance down at the piece of shit security guard, David. He’s out of it, but I need him alive.
“The baby will be here any minute, Con.” The urgency behind Paige’s words has me scrambling to my feet to situate myself behind my wife.
Bending down, I kiss her sweaty forehead as our hands entwine on either side of her. “I love you,” I murmur into her hair.
“I love you too,” she grits out, her fingers tightening around mine like a vise as she bears down through gritted teeth.
“Nearly there, Will. Keep going,” Paige coaxes.
Will releases a loud scream, and my ears ring. “Ahhh!”
“Fuck, baby. You’re doing it!” I grin from ear to ear at how incredible this all is. How fucking fantastic my wife is. I kiss her hair when she squeezes tighter, grateful for her stamina. “Come on, baby. You can do this.”
