He raised a brow at me. “I was literally lining up my shot. How much more warning do you need?”
I flipped him off, and he shook his head in amusement.
“You made them angry,” Jude said, sticking his head up from behind the bed, nodding to a group of about ten guys taking aim at our position. Never one to let anyone get the best of him, he fired his semiautomatic, taking out all but two guys.
I would never admit it out loud, but I was relieved they were here. I didn’t want Gunner to get hurt, and my brothers would ensure his safety.
If they didn’t accidentally shoot him, of course.
“Where’s your gun?” Gabriel asked, taking in my empty hands.
“At home.”
Jude and Gabriel stared at me.
“Excuse me, what?” Jude asked before turning to fire off a few more shots.
“It’s in my bedside drawer,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Is this really important right now?”
“It certainly is,” Gabriel said, his attention on me instead of the bad guys.
I waved him off. “It’s no big deal. Up until a few weeks ago, I haven’t had the need for one.”
Jude turned to the window again to fire off a few more shots, but Gabriel’s attention didn’t waver.
“Did you forget who your family is?” he asked, disbelief tinging his voice.
“How could I ever forget?” I grumbled.
The door to the room burst open, and Jude and Gabriel whirled around, guns pointed at the person coming through.
“No, stop! Don’t shoot,” I cried as soon as I recognized Gunner. I jumped up and threw myself in front of my brothers. I was almost certain they wouldn’t shoot me.
“What the fuck, Fey?” Jude yelled at me, lowering his gun. “You never ever step in front of someone’s loaded gun. It’s like you’ve forgotten everything we taught you.”
I raced up to Gunner and threw myself into his arms, brothers forgotten.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice gruff, his face buried in my neck. He was clutching me to him with one arm, the other holding his gun. His embrace was as warm as it was reassuring.
My hands roamed his body, checking for cuts and possible bullet holes. When I found none, I sighed in relief. He was okay. That was all that mattered right then.
I untangled myself from Gunner’s hold and turned to face my brothers, who were now both in front of me.
Gunner held on to my hand, and I reveled in the contact. I already felt more for him than I ever had for anyone else. And I hoped he returned even a fraction of my feelings, because then this would be so much more than just a few romps in bed—and the kitchen. And the bathroom. Oh, and the couch.
“Is that what you call protection?” Gabriel asked, eyeing Gunner with unveiled disgust. “You better state your intentions with our sister before my finger slips on this trigger.”
“I think myintentionsare pretty obvious,” Gunner said, raising a brow at my brother.
“Step away from her,” Gabriel ground out. “Now.”
I glared at him. “You’re not the boss of me. In case you’ve forgotten, I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”
Footsteps came down the hall, and all three guys whirled around and pointed their weapons at the doorway.
Liam stepped into the room, his form unmistakable, his tall frame and white-blond hair a dead giveaway.
“That’s okay, don’t worry about me. Just have a little tea party while we’re in the midst of a shootout. I like taking care of eight guys by myself,” Liam griped, brushing dust off his bulletproof vest that had two bullets stuck to it.
