Distracted by making eye contact with Colin, I didn’t see the asshole at my right come for me.

Getting the drop on me, he knocked my Glock from my hand and pointed a knife in my face.

I blinked and recalibrated, remembering why I was there and who the fuck I was.

I couldn’t be a worried father, concerned about my son seeing blood and death. I had to become the man I once was for the United States government who could handle these men playing roadblocks to my son’s safety.

Muscle memory took over, allowing me to become a trained killer again. I shot both hands up in prayer position to trap the man’s wrist, then twisted the blade from his hold.

When two more targets came at me, I swung Asshole One around to use him as a shield. He caught the two rounds in the chest meant for me. I flung his body against the two as cover and took a knee to get my 9mm.

I missed a round nearly clipping me in the neck and had no choice but to shoot from the hip and take down the two men trying to kill me.

Standing tall again, I dropped the next guy who came at me with a wrist lock technique, twisting his arm before throwing him over my shoulder, my hat flying with him.

“At your nine o’clock, I got you,” Hudson told me as I dealt with another problem in the least gruesome way I could, knowing Colin was watching.

“Enough!” someone called out. “Hold your fire. Everyone.” My blood went cold at the realization that someone was pointing a pistol my son’s way.

I had no choice but to back off the next target. “Don’t hurt him.”

Two men coughed up blood near my feet, then started to army crawl away from me, leaving a trail of blood on the floor.

“What do you want?” the asshole with the gun pointed at my son asked me.

I kept my Glock drawn and aimed at the idiota daring to point his weapon at Colin. “Trust me when I tell you I’ll get a round off before you can fire. Right between the fucking eyes. You do not want to play this game with me.” I kept my voice steady and deep. “Lower. Your. Weapon.”

Hudson remained at my side, two weapons aimed. One pointed in Jamie and Daniel’s direction, who’d yet to budge from the couch, the other on the prick who’d punched my son, still standing near Colin.

“Look in my eyes.” I jutted my chin forward, never backing down. “Look at my face,” I hissed. “Do you not know who the fuck I am?”