Avery's POVDean lunged.Not toward the door, not away from the sound of the sirens, but straight at Carter, the gun still in his hand, some final desperate instinct pushing him forward instead of back, as though closing the distance was the only thing left he had any control over.Liam moved first, grabbing for Dean's arm, and Carter grabbed at the same moment from the other side, both of them fighting to control the weapon rather than the man holding it. For a few seconds everything became a tangle of arms and shouting. My mom was screaming Dean's name. Jade appeared in the doorway behind me with her phone still pressed to her ear, her voice suddenly loud and clear into it, telling whoever was on the line that it was happening now, right now, hurry.I could not tell whose hands were whose in the tangle, three men grappling for one small object that decided everything. Dean's face twisted with something that was no longer quite anger, no longer quite fear, just pure desperation, his
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