“No!” Theo shouts and shoves away from Bullseye.
My cousin doesn’t appear to be wounded, but he does look pissed.
Theo drops to his knees beside Liam. I can hear the death rattle in his lungs. I know my half-brother is dying, and I don’t give a fuck. He deserves far worse.
Letty is crying. She struggles to untie the last of the rope, and I run to her, covering her with my body. She’s shaking so hard that she can’t speak.
“I got you, baby. It’s okay now. I’m here.” I tug off the rest of the rope and tug her into my chest.
Her fingers clench my shirt, and I wrap my cut around her, glancing for her clothes, or what’s left of them. The bra and shirt are in tatters. But her underwear and shorts appear to be fine.
“Give me just a second, baby.”
I grab the clothes and dress her lower half. At least her private areas are covered now. Shrugging off my cut, I set it aside while I rip off my shirt. I slip it over her head, ensuring she’s covered. Then I pick up my cut and slide my arms through the holes, placing it back on.
There’s a howl of fury, and I turn my head, catching Theo as he pushes away from Liam’s body. He lifts his gun and aims at Letty. I don’t have a chance to stop him or move.
Two shots fire.
One comes from Bullseye’s gun. The other is from Brekker’s. My cousin’s bullet hits Theo’s chest, but it’s the marshal’s bullet that pierces Theo’s brain.
I didn’t expect that.
Brekker stands in the doorway, legs braced a short distance apart. He looks agitated as Theo falls, his body dead before he collapses on Liam.
Fucking hell.
“This is a goddamn nightmare.” Brekker scrubs a hand over his face before holstering his weapon. “The house is about to collapse. Get out. Now!”
I pick up Letty, wrap her legs around my waist, and run toward the open sliding doors.
“Mom!”
Letty’s cry almost makes me stumble, but Bullseye grabs Cynthia’s chair and hoists it up, carrying it as he follows us. He’s a fucking beast.
We make it out of the house without further injury.
Brekker’s gaze roams over Letty. “You okay?”
She shakes her head.
“Fuck,” he responds. “I’ll get the paramedics to look you over.”
My gaze follows him as he rushes toward the stairs and out of the yard. I spot a fire truck and ambulance. Black smoke billows into the sky as firefighters point a hose at the upper level of the house. The same room I slept in with Letty is ablaze. Everything in it is gone.
My heart aches for Letty and Cynthia. They’ve lost almost everything. It seems unfair after having to leave everything behind in Summit Hill. They have to start over again.
Bullseye follows me as we carry the women to safety. Rescue personnel surround us. Cynthia is unconscious. She’s lost a lot of blood. They untie her from the chair and place her on a gurney.
Letty reaches out to her, but can’t follow. Paramedics take her from me and place her on a stretcher. My jaw clenches as I see the bruised skin on her face, the swollen eye and cheekbone, and the split lip. She took a beating.
I should have been there to prevent it.
Liam and Theo used her to get to me. They planned this shit. It turned out to be a deadly mistake.
But I can’t take all the credit. Neither can Bullseye.
It’s Brekker who brought help and fired the shot that saved my life, probably Letty’s too.
