Chapter 102. Almost Out

Aaron POV

A gunshot cracked through the air. Missed. I spun around, heart pounding—where the hell did that come from? My eyes snapped back to Joan.

She closed her eyes, and I lost it. I pressed the trigger, hitting the leg of the bastard holding her.

His groan echoed as he collapsed to one knee.

His crew flinched, but my men stepped forward, guns raised and ready. One wrong move, and they’d all be dead.

Hell, they’re dead already for even laying a hand on her. And if anything happened to her or our baby… God help them.

I shoved my gun into the back of my jeans and crossed the distance in seconds, catching her in my arms before the man could drop her like garbage. She felt a little heavy, too still.

My chest tightened. I hated this feeling.

The last time I felt this helpless was when she slipped into that coma. And now? If she slipped away from me… if I lost her or the baby… I wouldn’t survive it.

Killing these bastards wou