Terror sliced through Bailey at the sound of the gunshots. She and every other woman in Java Joint screamed. Bailey’s hands flew to her mouth, tears leaping to her eyes. Ali and Brittany! Did he shoot the girls? Carla shoved to her feet. “Brittaneeee!” Brad jumped forward, thrust his gun in her face. “Get down!” Carla swayed, both arms waving, her face bleached white. “No, Brit —” “Sit down or I’ll cut you in half!” Brad shoved the barrel against her chest. Carla stumbled backward. Her head hit the wall. She bounced forward, her mouth open and keening, grabbed the back of her chair for support, and slumped into it. Mitch aimed his gun straight at Bailey. “Everybody stay where you are, or this one gets it.” Bailey shrank back in her chair, looking down the gun barrel. Every limb in her body shook. Hate skewed Brad’s face as he leered at Carla, his jaw locked and eyes spitting fire. “You don’t want to lose a daughter? We already lost a brother. Now you know —”
