♤Aaron♤

A gunshot cracked through the air. Missed. I spun around, heart pounding—where the hell did that come from? My eyes snapped back to Joan.

She closed her eyes, and I lost it. I pressed the trigger, hitting the leg of the bastard holding her.

 His groan echoed as he collapsed to one knee.

His crew flinched, but my men stepped forward, guns raised and ready. One wrong move, and they’d all be dead. 

Hell, they’re dead already for even laying a hand on her. And if anything ...