🗝️Detective Ryker Viltarin must uncover dark secrets before he loses not only his heart but also his life.🗝️
You're on your own, far from home
The wind is blowing in the top of the pines
A gloomy sky where the sun never shines
Deep...
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"Don't move!" Ryker shouted, his voice striking the tense atmosphere like a thunderclap.
Those few seconds seemed like an eternity for Dylan. Every heartbeat, breath, and muscle in his body was tense to the point of rupture, as were his patience and nerves.
"Put the weapon down, slowly!" Dylan hissed, making no effort to hide the growl in his voice.
This bastard had stalked his wife and her family, murdered Edana and may have harmed his son. He pointed a weapon at them both – it would clearly be self-defence. Ryker would never paint it as anything else. Ultimately, they were in this together and had the same goal.
So who would blame him?
Which jury wouldn't understand?
Dylan wanted to watch the shot wipe this son of a bitch out of existence. He wanted to see the life drain from the eyes of the man who had hurt Kaylen... or worse.
The soldier closed one eye to aim.
His index finger twitched on the trigger, overcome with the urge to pull the trigger.
His brown eyes fixed firmly on the face of the bastard.
The guy's eyes darted around restlessly; the panic was visible – yet his lips were pressed together, forming a pale line. Dylan knew this grim expression... he had seen it again and again on men who defended their lives or those of someone else—knowing that there was nothing between them and death but the brief twitch of a finger and the weapon in their hands.
The man's eyes flickered from him to Ryker – and something changed in that moment. Underneath all the blood, Dylan could see the features that had been so hard just a moment ago go soft.
"Ray?" the guy breathed out – yes, almost shocked – and then his eyes, which had been narrowed, suddenly widened.
"I said, put the weapon down!" Dylan hissed again.
"What the hell?" the guy gasped.
"Put the fucking gun down!" Ray snarled.
"What the actual fuck?" he rumbled back. 'Are you guys out of your fucking minds? Lower your weapons!"
