He stepped over Abbi to slam Nikolaus against a tree. He heard swords being drawn and wondered what kind of skirmish would ensue, but he focused on his brother. “You filthy bastard,” Cameron growled and lifted a knee into his brother’s stomach, at the same time throwing another punch that broke his nose. He’d wanted to do that since he was twelve. Nikolaus screamed like a child and made no effort to retaliate. He was a filthy coward. Then Cameron heard a gun cock, and Wurtzur’s voice stated firmly, “Back off, or I’ll put a hole through her head.” Cameron took a sharp breath and lifted his hands as he stepped back. He knew Wurtzur must have been on Abbi the very second Cameron had gained control. Otherwise the other men present never would have allowed him to get his hands on her. But now he had a gun pressed to her head. Nikolaus glared at Cameron and made a futile attempt to wipe the blood off his face before he grabbed Abbi’s hair and yanked her away from Wurtzur, taking the pistol from him with the hand covered in blood.
