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When the knife hit the ground, Pitt’s daughter flinched.
    With one gun trained on me, I held my breath, afraid to move until the scar-head twin slid closer to Seever and Kelton. He aimed the gun inches from my brother’s head.
    Death flashed before my eyes. The rage lingering inside me exploded. I was hotfooting it toward Kelton when a gun went off. I dove in between the Mercedes and a truck, hoping and praying that the pain searing through my right shoulder was not from a bullet, but rather from the impact of my body slamming onto the concrete. I pushed to my feet quickly, checking myself for any signs of blood. I sighed heavily over the ringing in my ears when my hands came up clean.
    What the fuck happened? Where was Kelton? My heart was in my throat.
    I cautiously moved out from between the two vehicles. After several scans of the garage, all I saw was Seever squatting down in front of two cars a few paces away from me. He was trying to help someone while Hunt and Pitt watched. At that moment, I almost puked. I couldn’t live with it if one of my brothers died.
    I rushed up, praying like a priest that the body on the ground wasn’t Kelton. I lowered my gaze, and my heart stopped then started again. Sullivan lay on the ground with his eyes open and blood seeping through his left jeans leg. As much as I hated him and wanted to settle our score, I was glad he was alive.
    “Where’s Kelton?” I asked Hunt, blowing out a breath, trying to slow my pulse.
    “Pitt’s man dragged Kelton with him to flag down the ambulance.”
    Immobilized, I glared at Pitt then past him to his other moronic bodyguard, who was shielding Pitt’s daughter. I didn’t know if the gun had gone off accidently or if one of the two bodyguards fired on purpose. Sullivan had been stupid enough to reach for his knife. Regardless, I had to get out of here before I killed someone with my bare hands.
    “Bloody bastard,” Sullivan said through clenched teeth. “Your employees are idiots.” He winced at Pitt as Seever removed his belt then wrapped it around his cousin’s leg to slow the bleeding.
    I had to agree with him.
    “You’re the idiot, Mr. Sullivan,” Pitt said. “That’s what you get for trying to get my men to do your dirty work.” Pitt scoffed. “I despise anyone who wants to hurt a woman. You didn’t think I would find out that you”—Pitt tossed his head at Aaron—“and your cousin want to hurt Lacey Robinson?”
    Hunt and I exchanged a what-the-fuck look. I wasn’t sure why I was surprised that Pitt knew about Sullivan’s plan. I’d been keeping my ear to the ground after I heard that Sullivan and Aaron had been seen with two of Pitt’s men at a restaurant we frequented in Ashford. They were scheming to ruin Lacey so she wouldn’t be able to play baseball.
    I couldn’t see Aaron’s face. I didn’t have to. His hands froze on his belt.
    “You mean you shot me over that?” Sullivan said that as if Lacey were the scum of the earth.
    My muscles were vibrating with the need to crush his bleeding leg. “Dickhead. If Lacey so much as gets a broken nail, I’ll beat both your asses until you’ll need a wheelchair as a permanent part of your body.”
    Pitt grinned as though he was a proud father.
    “What the fuck is your problem?” I seethed at Pitt.
    “No problem.” He set his sights on Sullivan. “You just happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Karma’s a bitch. Now, while I have your attention”—he looked from Sullivan to Seever—“if I catch wind that either of you hurt Kade’s girl, I’ll be sure to send your parents the details about where they can find your bodies.”
    Sullivan’s eyes got as big as golf balls.
    “I don’t need your help,” I said, sneering at Pitt.
    Hunt elbowed me. I ignored him.
    “You may not, Maxwell, but I need yours.”
    I let out a nervous laugh. “In hell,” I mumbled as I plucked my phone from my jeans pocket. “I’m going to find my brother,” I said