Noa’s heart slammed against his ribs like it was trying to punch its way out, the gun trembling in his grip as he stared into the face of the brother he wasn’t supposed to have. Dominik’s smirk was sharp, lazy, like this was all just another Wednesday night to him, like he hadn’t just blown the front door off its hinges and put a laser sight on Noa’s skull. His finger toyed with the trigger of his own gun, tapping a rhythm that made Noa’s blood curdle. Behind him, bootsteps pounded ...