Knox came through, fortunately no blood was visible, and he was wearing a vest.
I pointed the gun to the floor.
He looked toward where I left his dad and then to me.
“You disarmed him?”
My position made it awkward, but I shrugged.
Lee Nightingale walked through the door.
Nope.
The man strolled through the door like he owned the joint and didn’t make his entrance through an explosion and a gunfight.
Jeez.
These guys.
His eyes did the same as Knox’s, going first to Mr. Chambers then to me.
“Get him up,” he ordered, not to Knox.
Shaw and Liam were coming through the door.
They went to Mr. Chambers.
Knox came to me.
He held out a hand, and I gave him the gun.
He took it and shoved it in his waistband, held his hand out again, then said, “No, baby, you.”
I put mine in his and he pulled me out and up to my feet.
I let him go to dust off my knees.
When I straightened, he was framing my face with his hands, his face in mine.
“Yeah?” he whispered, peering deep into my eyes.
“Yeah,” I whispered back, taking his hands with me while I nodded. “Is everyone okay?”
“Yeah.”
Thank God.
He held on a second, held my gaze that second before he let me go, took gentle hold of me and drew me to the center of the room.
Mr. Chambers was standing, flanked by Shaw and Liam, facing Lee, and now Mace and Hector were with us.
“So,” Lee started it, “this is how it’s gonna go.”
Knox wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me to his side.
It was then, I noticed his father had his gaze on his son, and it wasn’t leaving even if Lee was talking, and Lee was a man you paid attention to.
“Knox is gonna walk out of this warehouse, and when he does, he ceases to exist for you,” Lee finished.
