Smirking, Rowan shrugged his shoulders.
“I just kept you busy while that psychopath snatched your boy. Did you know that he’s killed over six young men? The Valentine Killer. I believe that’s what the newspapers are calling him. Quite frankly, I support the crazy psycho’s efforts. That’s six fewer faggots in this world to worry about. I was more than happy to lend a hand when he approached me and offered to team up.”
“You still failed,” Marcus snarled, rage snapping through him as he drove his fist into the man’s face.
He continued to beat the man, over and over, blood flying everywhere as Marcus crushed the man’s face. It was because of this piece of shit that Gavin’s life was now in danger.
The world fell away as Marcus’s mind disconnected from his body. All that remained was pure rage and violence.
It wasn’t until Ace’s voice finally cut through the haze that Marcus realized he was standing over Rowan’s crushed skull.
The man was dead.
“We gotta find Gavin,” Ace shouted, bringing Marcus back into focus.
“Give me a gun,” Marcus snarled, extending his hand toward Jake, who handed him a 9mm.
A stream of red caught Marcus’s eye.
Lucas was down by the water, firing his flamethrower like he was trying to burn every mosquito that dared haunt the place.
“Lucas! Stop trying to burn down my cottage and get your ass over here!” Marcus shouted, walking with the guys toward their bikes.
They were about to go hunting, and their prey already had a head start.
30
GAVIN
Stepping away from the bedroom door, Gavin wrapped his arms around himself as he listened to the chaos erupting on the other side of it.
Whoever was after them had finally broken in.
He could hear Marcus taunting them, egging them on, and daring them to step forward and show themselves.
The man had no fear. There was a reason he was their leader. Marcus was tough, smart, and had the biggest set of balls he had ever seen on a man.
Gavin startled as gunfire erupted. Somewhere, on the other side of the door, glass shattered, and objects exploded.
He hoped Marcus was okay.
How much longer until the rest of the guys arrive? Where were Caden and Blade? And Nikolai with thatdirty-mouthed straight guy? The one who was married to the ex-stripper with big tits?
He hoped they were close.
But what if they weren’t? How were he and Marcus supposed to escape? It wasn’t like he knew shit about firing guns. The second he stepped out of the room, he would probably get his head blown off.
Why didn’t he ask Marcus to give him shooting lessons?
Puppy began whining at his feet, then began barking like crazy.
Animals were strange.
Gavin bent down and scooped up his little yappy protector. He hoped that having him close to his chest might calm the furry little dude down.
“Shh, it’s alright,” he murmured. “Daddy number two will be back for us soon. He’s just outside, killing all the bad men and making it safe for us to leave this room.”
“And who’s protecting you from the inside?”
