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Lightning fast, he lunged at Bell.

“Don’t fire!” I cried. “Don’t hit Bell.”

But my girl wasn’t afraid. Her punch snapped Carr’s head back. There was no fear on her face.

Damn, she was something.

Quickly, I tucked my gun into the waistband of my cargo pants and advanced. I wanted to use my fists. I wanted him to hurt.

Carr’s eyes widened. He lifted the knife.

When he swung at me, I aimed for his arm. My blow hit his forearm, and I heard bone snap. The knife flew out of his hand and hit the wall. He cried out.

“Take me on,” I said. “I’m not a young, defenseless woman.”

I landed a hard jab, then a right. I hammered blows into his torso, his body shuddering under the impact.

Bell stepped closer and punched him in the stomach. We hit him together.

“That’s for Karina.” She punched him again. “That one’s for Allie.” Bell’s next punch had blood flying from Carr’s mouth. “That’s for the other women you killed.” A vicious uppercut to the man’s gut. “That’s for me.”

He doubled over, cradling his midsection.

I glared at him. “Dante, Simon should be here soon. Call him.”

“Will do,” my brother replied.

Carr stayed bent over, breathing hard. It sounded like he couldn’t breathe properly through his nose, and I shot him a grim smile.

“I told you that it ends here,” Bell said.

The killer looked up. “You were supposed to die. I imagined it so many times.”

“Sick fuck,” Colt muttered.

“Your power over me is gone.” She looked at me and smiled. “I’ve learned not to be afraid.”

“I can still make you hurt.” With his left hand, Carr whipped another knife—a switchblade—from his back pocket. It snicked open and he hurtled forward.

At me.

It all happened so fast. I tensed.

“No!” Bell yelled. She ran forward and hit Carr from the side.

I watched as they hit the flimsy front windows. They crashed through and glass shattered.

Horror filled me as Carr and Bell fell out the window.

“Bell!”

I heard my brothers cursing. I sprinted for the front door. Crossing the porch in two strides, I leaped over the railing.

“Bell!” My heart was in my fucking throat.

“I’m all right.” She pushed herself up. She was lying on top of Carr in the overgrown bushes.

I scooped her into my arms, expecting to see her cut up and bleeding. She had a few small cuts on her face, but otherwise she looked okay.