"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 chaos. Bodies slammed into concrete. Fists flew. Metal scraped against metal.
"Farrah, down!" Jacob's voice cut through the mayhem.
I dropped to the floor just as a knife whistled past where my head had been. The man who'd been holding me cursed as Jacob's elbow crashed into his face.
"Watch your left!" I called out to Roland as another attacker approached.
