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The man laughed.

“You’re not going to shoot me!” He slammed a fist into the window, cracking the glass. “You’re too much like your mother.”

Glancing down at the gun to ensure the safety was off as I’d seen on television, I cocked it and lifted it a little higher.

The sound would hurt the fuck out of my ear in such an enclosed space. But if that man made it into the SUV, I was going to show him how much of my mother I hadn’t inherited.

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KHADRI “MOROS” WESTON

During the chaos, Paul disappeared.

The mark of a true coward.

A man who left his men to fight a battle while he ran to safety was a coward.

But I couldn’t think of that right them.

I grabbed the man trying to get into my vehicle by the back of the neck and brought his face down into the window hard.

The glass shattered and he went limp. Dropping him, I looked in to see Ryanne still had her gun aimed in my direction.

“Shorty, put down the gun,” I said, softly.

She didn’t.

Her hand was shaking and instead of risking a bullet, I walked around the vehicle, unlocked the door and wrapped my arms around her. Using one hand, I gently pried the weapon from her fingers, reengaged the safety and shoved it into the waist of my pants.

By then the smoke had cleared and Zero was on the phone sending his men to watch over Morgana and Theodore, then stood by my side.

“She okay?” He asked as I held Ryanne. “This can’t be easy for her.”

“She’ll be okay.”

“I’ll oversee things here,” Zero said. “Get her out. If Paul shows up again, I’ll let you know but I don’t think he will.”

Nodding, I set her in the vehicle, pulled her seatbelt on and closed the door.

Knowing she would be worried about her grandparents, I took her back to the house where Pitbull was outside. He was leaning against a powerful looking motorcycle, his arms folded across his massive chest, his wedding ring glistening in the sunlight.

“Pit,” I said, climbing from the truck to hug him. “I wish we were seeing each other again under better circumstances. Tex filled me in. Mouth has his eyes on us. I’ve checked the place, the Larwicks are alone here—except for that Todd guy.”

I frowned.

“Hi.” Ryanne said.

“Sorry.” I straightened my back. “Daniel Hunt, Ryanne Larwick. Shorty, this is Daniel Hunt.”

She shook his hand.

“Pitbull, if you will.” Daniel smiled at her.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Ryanne told him. “Sorry about all of this.”

He nodded.

“I’m going to check on my grandparents.” Ryanne told me.

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