“Two.”

I watched in awe as Jacob moved with the grace of an apex predator as his words left his mouth. His leg swept up in a fluid arc, connecting with Adrianna’s wrist. The gun went flying, clattering across the concrete floor.

“You always telegraph your moves,” Jacob said, rising to his full height.

Beta Samson barreled toward my brother. But Roland was already moving, the remnants of his zip tie falling to the ground. He stepped between them, his fist connecting with the man's jaw in a brutal strike.

“Been waiting to do that.” Roland’s knuckles were bloody, but his eyes sparkled with dark satisfaction.

The warehouse erupted into...