Brought to His Knees

ROWAN’S POV

“That is enough, Vance Rostov.” Her breath saws against my ear. “Or I redecorate this floor with your girl’s skull. Drop the men, drop the chain, and get down. Now.”

Vance goes still.

He turns, slow, and takes in the sight of my own mother holding a gun to my head.

“Let her go,” he growls, dropping the rogue in his grip and diving forward.

Bang.

The gunshot cuts through the casino