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When I pull up to the safehouse, my stomach drops.

The bodies of our guards litter the ground. The front door is wide open, swinging on broken hinges, but I can’t see anyone inside.

No, no,no.

I’m out of the car with my gun raised as I sprint toward the house. I spot more guards in the bushes surrounding the property with their throats slashed and their eyes open and unseeing as they bleed out into the dirt.

Fuck.

I storm inside just as a gunshot slices through the air.

I duck as my head whips around at the sound of wood splintering behind me.

My eyes scan the room and land on him.

Ben.

“You fucking snake.” I’m going to kill him.

I stop short when he drags Clara forward and presses the barrel of his gun into her temple.

Her beautiful green eyes are wide as she looks at me, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to breathe.

My eyes flick down to her abdomen, knowing that if Ben pulls that trigger, I’ll lose so much more than just the love of my life. I’ll lose my child too.

Where the fuck is Andre?

I chance a look around the rest of the room.

The ten women are huddled in the corner, looking even more terrified than when I picked them up from Cillian’s men.

What the hell happened here?

Andre was meant to be protecting them, protectingClara, and I know my brother wouldn’t ever break his promise without good reason.

But I can’t think about that now. Not when Ben is holding Clara’s life in his hands.

“Step away from her.”

Ben shakes his head, and he has the fucking nerve to smirk.

He goes to open his mouth to speak, but I don’t give him the chance. I don’t want to hear another word spill from his lips ever again.

I lunge.

Ben falls backward just as he pulls the trigger.

No…

The sound of splintering wood as the bullet lodges never felt so good.

Clara tries reaching for me. “Marco!”

I don’t stop. Even if I get shot in the process, it will be worth it if it meant Clara gets to live.

Ben and I go crashing to the ground as I try to wrestle the gun from him.

I slam my bruised fist into his jaw before wrapping my hand around his neck to pin him to the ground.