“I got the gun,” Reece reminded him. “I give the orders.”

“You’ve got the gun,” Zack agreed. “I’ve got the combination. You want what’s in the safe, you let her go.”

“Go on,” Cash urged. His hands were sweating on the gun he held. “We don’t need the babe. Shake her loose.”

Reece felt his power slipping as Zack continued to watch him with cold blue eyes. He wanted to make them tremble. All of them. He wanted them to cry and beg. He was the head of the Cobras. He was in charge. Nobody was going to tell him any different.

“Open it,” he said between his teeth. “Or I’ll blow a hole in you.”

“You won’t get what’s inside that way.” Out of the corner of his eye, Zack saw Rio shift from his prone position. The big man was braced for whatever came. “This is my place,” Zack continued. “I don’t want anyone hurt in my place. You let the lady go, and you can take what you want.”

“Let’s trash the dump,” T.J. shouted, and swung his gun at the glasses hanging over the bar. Shards went flying, amusing him enough to have him breaking more. “Let’s kick butt and trash it.” He grabbed up a vodka on the rocks and slurped it down. Then, howling, he hurled the glass to the floor.

The sound of the wreckage, and the muffled cries of the hostages on the floor, pumped Reece full of adrenaline. “Yeah, we’ll trash this dump good.” Over Cash’s halfhearted objections, he fired at the overhead television, blasting out the screen. “That’s what I’m going to do to the safe. I don’t need a damn woman.” He shoved Rachel aside, and she overbalanced, landing on her hands and knees. “And I don’t need you.”

He swung the gun toward Zack, savoring the moment. He was about to take a life, and that was new. And darkly exciting.

“This is how I give orders.”

Even as Zack braced to jump, Nick was springing to his feet. Like a sprinter off the mark, he lunged, hurling full force into Zack as Reece’s gun exploded.

There were screams, dozens of them. Rachel swung out with a chair, unaware that one of them was her own. She felt the chair connect, heard a grunt of pain. She caught a glimpse of the mountain that was Rio whiz past. But she was already scrambling over to where Zack and Nick lay limp on the floor.

She saw the blood. Smelled it. Her hands were smeared with it.

The room was like a madhouse around her. Shouts, crashes, running feet. She heard someone weeping. Someone else being sick.

“Oh, God. Oh, please.” She was pressing her hands against Nick’s chest as Zack sat up, shaking his head clear.