Tabitha’s POV

For a second, I see something soft flicker across his face, then it vanishes. He pulls a gun from his waistband and points it straight at her.

“No!” I scream as I lunge forward and grab his wrist.

We struggle for the gun, our hands locked around the metal as he tries to wrench it free. His strength is overwhelming, but I refuse to let go.

“You really are your mother’s daughter,” he says coldly. “Reckless and weak.”

“Go to hell!” I snarl as I shove against him.

The brothers shout my name and try to rush forward, but several of Alpha Emery’s men block them, holding them...