Captured by Cowboys (Doms of Destiny, Colorado 1)

“I’m not saying a fucking thing until I see my lawyer.”

Eric Knight came up beside him, carrying his Glock. “Asshole, do they look like the law to you?”

Eric and his brother Scott weren’t typical wealthy assholes—and boy, were they loaded. Billionaires, even. They had created and continued to run one of the most lucrative online gaming sites in the world, but they were still cowboys, just like their dads.

Eric turned to them. “Heard all the gunfire. You guys have caused quite the disturbance.”

As if on cue, more of Destiny’s citizens appeared around them, all packing.

Eric turned back to the man on the ground. “Be smart, dude. Make it easy on yourself and answer my friend’s questions.”

Bryant tried to keep his cool. “Tell us why you’re here and who you’re after.”

“Not a chance,” the asshole snarled.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Bryant asked Emmett.

“If you’re thinking this motherfucker is too stupid to live, then, yes, I am.” With his free hand, Emmett punched the asshole in the face as hard as he could.

The prick’s nose bled like a spigot. The hate in his eyes seemed to swap places with fear. Not as stupid as he looked. Now, they were getting somewhere.

“You’ve really pissed off my brother, dude. Not good. I’ll ask you again, nicely. Why are you here?”

“He’s here for Amber.” Cody came up beside him, limping.

“What the fuck happened to your leg?” Emmett asked.

“I could ask Bryant the same question, but I can see for myself you guys also had a run-in with your own set of assholes.”

Glad to have his twin with him, Bryant said, “Lead pipe. My leg might be broken.”

“I took out my pipe-carrying dick. The one with the gun got me. Flesh wound. Just a scratch. Gun-prick is dead, but pipe-guy is tied up next to the rockslide above the van. Amber’s in trouble, and I mean big trouble. Her real name is Kathy White. There’s more to tell, but…” Cody’s eyes narrowed. “Where is she?”

“Phong’s,” he said.

“Go,” Eric said. “The rest of us will take care of these assholes.”

Bryant nodded, and bolted back to the woman of his dreams, ignoring the pain in his leg.

He and Emmett had been distracted by the ambush from their most important assignment, keeping an eye on Amber, keeping her safe.

Having two good, uninjured legs, Emmett ran a little ahead of him and Cody to where they all prayed she was still sitting, bright-eyed and beautiful as ever.

* * * *

Tearing down South Street faster than he’d ever run, even during his tour in Iraq, Emmett was swamped by guilt. His fuckup had put Amber in danger. The second he saw Sergei, the hairs on the back of his neck had stood up. He’d known better than to give in to Amber’s rebellion, insisting to go to dinner with the fucker. Now she was alone with the psychopath, all because he’d consented. Fuck. He silently cursed himself as his feet ate up more of the pavement.

One block left.

He and his brothers

were running, holding their loaded thirty-eights with their fingers on the triggers, which was a blatant disregard for normal safety guidelines. But this wasn’t normal or safe. None of them gave a fuck about anyone’s safety save one, Amber, their woman.

Rounding the corner and less than twenty feet from Phong’s, he and his brothers hit the brakes when he saw his love held by Sergei, who also held a gun to her head.

“Here is your troika, Kathy. Right on time, too.” The lunatic twisted his lips into a sneer.

Amber’s nose was bleeding onto her upper lip, enraging him to the very edge of his control. “Guys, he’s—”