She screamed and shouted against the gag, and he jerked her up to hold her back to his chest.
The pussy was using her like a shield. “One step closer and she dies.”
A whine came from her soul.
Fire-agate eyes flaming with intent.
Together.
Together.
We were no longer doing it separate. We weren’t sacrificingusfor the other.
Trent and Oz enclosed, but it was Aster who shifted in a blur of fury. She wrenched out of his hold, whirled around, and threw a knee to his groin before he could make sense of it.
Jarek howled, then he had her by the hair as I was jumping over the table. Aster kicked him again, the girl going rabid, fighting with everything she had with her hands still bound behind her back.
Trent went for him on the side.
Jarek felt it, fired another wayward shot.
Desperation flooded him.
He shot again, this time toward Oz, desperate to keep us back.
Another bullet pinged through the air.
A muffled scream tore from Aster, and she lifted her leg and kicked him with the bottom of her foot low in the gut.
He stumbled back a foot.
And my girl—she gave us our chance.
I pulled the trigger.
His eyes went wide with shock as he blew backward three steps.
Violence roiled through my being.
I’d hit him up high, close to where I’d struck him seven years ago.
“I’ll kill you,” he grunted, but it was the monster who was dropping to his knees.
He let the chain go to cover the wound with his hand.
Defiance filled his expression.
Hate and animosity.
“I will kill you and this bitch and your whole fucking family.”
Straightening, I took a step toward him.
My brothers came up to my sides, and Oz gathered beside Trent.
Fear blistered from Jarek’s flesh.
“You won’t get away with this,” he ground out, his words fractured. “You are all dead. I will see to it.”