I heard the crunch of footsteps as someone else came rushing up.
But as soon as I was inside, all I could focus on was finding Tessa.
I expected to feel my heart pounding out of my chest, my blood surging through my veins.
Instead, I felt an almost alarming kind of calm wash over me.
So much so that I didn’t even flinch as Coach flew past me, taking down one of the bikers in a running leap.
Crow rushed in behind him, going after the other two.
The third jumped in front of a door, blocking it. And whoever was inside.
Tessa.
I tightened my hand on the gun and raised it. I slammed it with all my force into the fuck’s face, catching him both in the nose and mouth.
Blood spurted from his nose and lip and I watched in a sick detachment as pieces of his front teeth fell from between his lips before his hands rose to block my view.
I shoved him to the side, hearing more men running in, barking out orders.
They could handle the toothless guy.
I had to get my girl.
I threw the door open and rushed inside.
And there she was.
Used as a human shield against a hulking guy with brown hair, a stringy beard, and coal-black eyes.
All I could see was the relief in Tessa’s eyes.
And the gun at her temple.
“Let her go,” I snarled.
“No. She’s my woman.”
“Yeah? Well, that’s my ring on her finger. Pretty sure that means she’smine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Tessa
My ears were still ringing when Randy came barreling into the room, grabbing a handful of my hair and dragging me against his body.
Pain shot across my scalp.
Before I could think, let alone move, his arm was anchored around me, and a gun was pressed to my temple.
“What was that?” I asked, disoriented.
“Shut up,” Randy snarled, pressing the muzzle of the gun harder against my temple.
I’d like to claim it was the first time I’d had a gun to my temple. But Randy had a thing for his guns. Sometimes during sex. And they were usually loaded.
On the plus side, my history with them meant that I didn’t panic just because his hand felt like it was shaking.