Page 100 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Hugging Papa one more time, I took the knife from him. “I need this more than you,” I reasoned as I pushed him back into the panic room.

“Let me go, woman. I need to get out there and help the men.” He glared at Vaughn. “Tell your mother to release me.”

“Sorry, Pop.” Shoving Papa back more forcefully, Vaughn tugged Abi forward. “Mom is going to help me. But I have something important I need you to handle.”

“Who the hell is this, Christian?” he demanded when he saw the redhead.

“This is Abigail, the girl I love,” Vaughn introduced. “Wildfire, meet my father. You two get to know each other.”

“Vaughn—”

“Pop, please keep her safe. If anything happens to her…” He stopped and cleared his throat. “Just protect her for me. Okay?”

I didn’t give anyone time to react. Pressing the code to lock the doors again, I grabbed my brother. From all the shouting outside, things were getting messy. “We need to get to the artillery room.”

* * *

We had enough guns and other weapons to start our own war, and it was all stored just off the kitchen. What looked like an extra door to the pantry was yet another panic room, but this one was only for our stock. Every member of my family knew about it, but the staff was clueless, and only the highest ranking in the family knew the code to get in.

Mom had given me the code when I was ten, but a few years later, when Bain came for Ciana, I hadn’t been able to get to the stock. Jet had made me go into one of the panic rooms with Felicity, Nova’s mom. Maybe if I’d had the chance to get to a gun, I could have saved some of our men’s lives that day.

Shaking that thought away, I started grabbing my favorite guns. “Take whatever you want,” I instructed Vaughn as I put in an earpiece and switched it on. Instantly, I heard gunfire, groans, and cursing in three different languages. Within a matter of seconds, I knew where the majority of the enemy was coming over the wall. My uncle Adrian’s men were helping the Vitucci soldiers, but Daria and Polina had the greater numbers.

Vaughn and Walter were already grabbing guns and ammunition, white communication sets hanging from their own ears. I loaded up and then reached for the sniper rifle. “I’m going high,” I called as I raced from the room.

“Are you fucking insane?” Vaughn bellowed, rushing after me.

Laughing, I kept running. “That’s always questionable. Most days, it’s iffy.”

“Goddamn it, Samara.” He grabbed my arm and jerked me around to face him. “You can barely see. How are you going to snipe?”

“When you see double, always aim for the middle.” Giving him a wink, I jerked out of his hold and took off running again. Up the stairs, down a hall, through a secret door, and up to the roof.

Walking crouched over, I found a good position and started counting off my kills.

“It’s such a pretty day.” I got comfortable on my belly and began adjusting the scope. “I love it when the wind cooperates.”

“Are you talking to yourself?” Vaughn complained.

Grinning, I watched through the scope as he joined our soldiers with Walter behind him. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“No,” he said simply.

“Huh. I guess I’m just more fun than you.” Bullets whizzed past him. Adjusting the scope, I found the three men who were aiming right for him and pulled the trigger.

One.

Two.

Three.

Direct headshots each time.

“I told you all I had to do was aim for the middle.” My vision wasn’t as bad as it had been when I’d first woken up after the accident, but it wasn’t at one hundred percent. The precision of the scope helped a lot and I had to do a little extra math on the angles, but I got the job done.

Anyone who shot at Vaughn went down. I didn’t discriminate. Friend or foe, no one was going to kill my newfound brother. I wouldn’t have let anyone shoot at Ryan either. My brothers were huge pains in the ass, but they were mine.

And no one touched what was mine.

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