Scott's POV

I thought it was over for us both.

But then, Myron seems to be at an advantage during situations like this. While I stood rooted to the spot, he'd already lowered himself, rolled on his back towards the foot of the bed and had his gun pointed at one of the ladies while the men picked up their guns a second later.

“You should already know that I'm a very good marksman. No matter how fast you turn to pull that trigger, at least two bullets should have gone through her head.”

“Who are you and what do you want?” One of the men asked.

“Turn your guns...