Chapter 128

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His training told him to talk Grundenman down. While waiting for one of his teammates to move into position to take the shot.

Gunnar glanced at Miguel. His friend nodded slightly.

Miguel's hand was steady on the weapon he held.

Miguel was ready to do what needed to be done.

Gunnar checked Heather.

She was just as calm, just as steady—as she looked at the man who had once been a part of her life, her family. That woman loved her family more than anything—this had to hurt her. Deep down.

Hell, maybe not all that deep down. This was a betrayal. In its simplest form.

"Is this really what you want?" Gunnar asked quietly. "Your father to see you shot, dying at his feet? He loves you, is this what you want for him?"

"Dad knows I'm a screw up. He's known for years." Grundenman acted so damned cocky, but Gunnar saw the fear.

The guy was a cornered animal right now. And he knew it.

They all knew it.