“Shut the fuck up!”

Will turned and now was my chance.

I lunged for him. My right hand went to his groin. I grabbed his balls, though I was fairly certain I’d captured his dick in my grip, too. I squeezed as hard as I could, ignoring Will’s high-pitched squeal. I kept squeezing and added the twist. Will’s face turned pale and I twisted more, waiting until I felt them pop, but I was wearing gloves so maybe they’d already popped. Just to be certain I adjusted my grip and squeezed again.

Will crumpled to the ground, landing on his side. I saw a gun tucked under his coat. I quickly reached down to grab it.

And that was a good thing since a tall, dark-haired man stepped out from behind a tree.

I swung the barrel in his direction, and he wisely lifted his hands.

“You okay, Sloane?”

Shit, motherfucker, goddamn, he’s voice number two.

Houston, I have a major problem. I was wearing thick ski gloves; I could barely get a gloved finger into the trigger guard and I had no idea if the safety was on. Asher had only taken me shooting once.

“Step back,” I warned.

“I’m not here to hurt you.”

“Sure, you’re not.”

“Listen, I called Asher. He’s on his way.”

Asher, not Adam.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.”

“Right. Okay. How about this? I’m gonna step back and you’re not gonna shoot me.”

That sounded like a really great plan considering I wasn’t very confident I’d hit him with a bullet even with only five feet separating us.

“Maybe I want to shoot you. Maybe I wanna shoot your balls off for threatening to kidnap Sammy. Who’d you take in her place?”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “You did hear.”

“Damn right I heard, you pig.”

“I’m not gonna hurt you. As soon as Asher gets here, he’ll explain everything. But please don’t shoot my balls off.” He smiled.

Did he think this was a joke?

“Sloane!” I heard Asher yelling my name.

Thank God.

“Over here!” I yelled back.

I kept my eyes on the man and the gun aimed in his direction while I waited for Asher to get to me.

“Sloane, sweetheart, you’re shaking. Lower the gun.”

He was right, I was shaking. I was freezing cold.

“Fuck off.”

I saw Asher dart through a grouping of trees and come into the clearing.

“Jesus Christ!” I heard him yell and he started running full-out.

Behind him were Cole and Davis.

Asher got to me, grabbed the gun, and looked down at Will.

What was going on?

“That’s Will’s partner,” I warned Asher.

Asher’s face turned a scary shade of red.

“Thought you said you didn’t have eyes on him,” he told the man.

“I didn’t. I had eyes on Sloane. He showed up about a minute after I called you.”

Wait, what the hell was going on?

Cole came to stand on the other side of me and Davis bent down to look Will over.