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Chapter Ten
Liss
I couldn’t put Gideon through this. It would destroy him.
“Let me go,” I whispered.
He tore his gaze away from Ryan and looked down at me with solemn, dark eyes. My throat tightened.
Don’t cry, don’t cry.
The clubhouse was on fire. The bed I had shared with Gideon earlier would be nothing but a pile of smoldering ashes in a matter of minutes. The Blackjacks had lost their home. I wouldn’t stand by and watch while their leader was murdered.
“I’m not worth all this, Big G,” I said.
Gideon shook his head.
“You’re worth everything and more, baby.”
Then he raised his gun and fired.
A hail of bullets exploded in the night. Gideon shoved me to the pavement, protecting me with his body. I felt the forceful impact of a bullet hit him in the side when he jerked with a grunt.
“Take cover,” he rasped.
With his hand on my back, pushing me to safety, he continued to fire. I scrambled to a nearby dumpster. Bullets pinged against the metal. The stench of rotten garbage made me gag but I pressed myself back against the wall.
Gideon’s gun clicked on empty.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
Blood smeared his fingers and stained his shirt just above his hip. He fumbled a spare clip from the pocket of his vest and slotted it into place.
“I hate to tell you this, sweetheart,” he said with a wince. “But this is not what I had in mind when I thought about meeting your family. I expected a stuffy dinner, hounded with questions like, what are your intentions toward my daughter?”
Despite the situation, a laugh bubbled up my throat.
“Come on, grandpa. You’re always telling me how tough you are. You can take it.”
Gideon dropped his head back against the wall.
“Call me grandpa one more time and I swear to God—”
“Or what? You’re in no condition for foreplay, tough guy. Save it for when you’re not fucking bleeding from that gaping hole in your side.”
I risked a peek around a corner of the dumpster. The Blackjacks had scattered.
Gatling was on the rooftop of a nearby building with a sniper rifle tucked tight against his shoulder.
Vlad plowed through the junkies with a garbage can lid for a shield and his bare hands. Even when the junkies converged on him like swarming ants, raining down blow after blow, he simply put his shoulder down and tackled the nearest offender, snapping their neck with a clean twist.
Ryan had his arm locked around Kingpin’s throat, hiding behind Kingpin to shield him from the gunfire.
“I can do this all day, Big G!” he called. “Larissa might be nothing but a sweet piece of ass to you, but she’s my flesh and blood. I won’t rest until I get her back.”
Gideon growled.
“That’s my future wife you’re talking about. Show some respect.”
