Too bad for them that Blake and Liam had their own plan.
One that happened in a flash.
A new figure entered the space in front of the man. All Blake could see over his shoulder was that it wasn’t the man in the rain jacket. The way he held himself, though, she was almost certain he had a gun in hand.
Liam must have seen it too.
Without a word, he sprung into action and Blake was ready for it.
Liam wrapped his arm and hand around the man in the hat’s mouth and torso and pulled them both down and out of the way. The other man about to move into the nursery heard the commotion.
But it was too late.
Now Blake had a perfect line of sight.
There was no room for errors.
She shot her mark with a perfect score.
The man yowled in pain and crumpled.
Then it was a dance between Blake and Liam.
He left the man in the baseball hat on the floor and took two quick steps to the man she’d just sent to the hardwood. Blake didn’t watch what he did next but instead switched her attention to the man next to her.
“Don’t move,” she ground out, gun aimed down at him. “Understand?”
It probably helped matters that Ray’s unmoving body was next to him.
She saw his head move in what she assumed was agreement.
Liam took his own unknown man and pulled him into the nursery all the way, keeping himself out of the open hallway.
Blake saw the gun in his hand. The man he had by the back of the shirt was still yowling and thrashing around. It didn’t shake Liam one bit.
He met her eye. Shadows danced across his face, but Blake could still see the absolute strength in him.
Now if the bald man appeared, they could outnumber him.
Blake strained to listen for more footsteps. It wasn’t easy. The man she had shot in the leg was still wailing. The man on the ground next to her and Ray, however, was obedient in his silence.
Liam looked like he was about to deal with his captive, but another sound broke through the night around them.
Sirens.
And not just one.
Blake didn’t dare loosen her defense.
She did, however, let out a small exhale.
Backup had finally arrived.
Chapter Fourteen
Blake slapped her hand down on the table with force. She curled her fingers and dragged her nails against the top until she was making a fist.
“That’s Mater Calhoun,” she said through gritted teeth. The cell phone next to her showed the image of the smiling man in work clothes. The same man whom she had shot in the leg in her home earlier.
