He raised a brow at me. “I was literally lining up my shot. How much more warning did 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 with the hand still holding the knife. “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 threw myself in front of my brothers, almost certain they wouldn’t shoot me.
“What the fuck, Fey?” Jude yelled at me, lowering his gun. “You never,everstep in front of someone’s loaded gun. It’s like you’ve forgotten everything we taught you.”
Gunner dropped down next to us, and I threw myself into his lap, 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 both staring at us.
Gunner held onto my hand, and I reveled in the contact. I already felt more for him than I ever had for anyone else. And I wasn’t going to hide my feelings from my brothers.
“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.
“Get 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. He wasn’t crouched low or crawling. Oh no, Liam strode in like he was getting ready for one of his many meetings.
“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 Kevlar vest that had two bullets stuck to it.
