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The Banks bastard snapped his terrified stare to a crouched figure in the dark, one that slowly pushed upwards. Cold night air washed in, hitting my legs, and traveling upwards. Goosebumps raced along my spine and the sound of that car’s engine grew louder. London raced forward, then dropped to the floor, his feet skidding out from under him as he rolled under the partially open roller door.
“Colt!” I bellowed as I charged after him.
That bestial gnawing ended as I followed our father, dropped hard to scurry under the door, and pushed upwards. Screams filled the night. Vivienne’s and Guild’s, jerking my gaze to the bodyguard as he stood directly in front of the dark four-wheel drive, bathed in the blinding headlights. The engine of the vehicle revved, blowing gray exhaust fumes against the door I’d crawled under. His gun was in both hands, aiming at the driver behind the wheel.
But the third Son had his arm across Vivienne’s throat and his gun pressed against her head. That empty stare found mine. I knew exactly why he’d come. It had nothing to do with reclaiming a Daughter.
He was here for revenge. Pure and simple. I was the one who’d killed their leader.
There was panic in her wide eyes and her lips were ashen. Fuck, that hurt to see. My lips curled as I jerked my eyes back to the bastard’s stare as the last moments of the attack outside the restaurant came flooding back.
The leader of this renegade group of Sons had tried to abduct her as we’d fought for our lives. I’d almost lost her then. Hell, I almost lost myself. But we’d survived…and he hadn’t. I’d left his body slumped on the ground at that derelict building, and now they’d come for payback.
“There’s no way out for you,” London said calmly, standing in front of them. “Not alive, at least. Let her go and we’ll let one of you live.”
In the corner of my eye, Colt rolled under the roller door and pushed to stand. Blood was smeared all over his face. He took a step forward, snarling. But the bastard who had Vivienne whipped his gun toward my brother. “Come closer and I’ll start firing.”
“Beast!” Vivienne cried out as she fought the bastard’s hold. “No…no, you hear me? No.”
Desperation filled her stare, fixed on my brother.
Even in the face of her own danger, she thought of us first.
Agony plunged deep into my chest like a damn knife.
It was that fucking dressing room all over again. In my head, she lay across my brother with her arms outstretched, putting her own life on the line to protect him. Just like that desperate glare she had for my brother now.
The bastard who had her shifted the gun back to her head. “You.” He stared at me. “Gun down and on your knees, or I’ll put a bullet through her head.”
“NO!” she screamed, thrashing against his hold to drive her elbow into his stomach. But he saw it coming and shifted his stance at the last second, narrowly avoiding her blow.
“You won’t.” I shook my head. “She’s a Daughter.”
His lips curled into a smirk. “One less won’t worry us.”
Someone flinched. I didn’t know if it was Colt or Guild. But the sonofabitch saw it. He yanked his gunhand backwards and with, a growl, cold-cocked her in the side of her head. Dazed, she stumbled sideways, her knees buckling before the hold around her throat yanked her back.
Ryth tore around the side of the warehouse. Her stepbrothers and father followed, spilling out around us.
“Stop!” Jack Castlemaine bellowed, lifting his hands into the air.
Helene King was right by his side, a gun in her hand, aimed at the asshole who had the woman we loved.
“Take me.” Jack stepped forward. “Take me instead.”
“The fuck?” London glared at the man who had no stake in this fight. Still, the bastard was determined to make it about him as he took another step forward.
Crack!
I flinched as the shot sounded, terror ripping through me. But the bullet landed in front of Castlemaine and bounced off the concrete.
“One more fucking move,” the Son warned, breathing hard. “And I will splatter her goddamn brains everywhere.” He turned back to me. “Now move.”
I lowered my gun and took a step forward.
There was no getting out of this.
And it was okay.
