Liam
"Where?" I demand my anger swirling through my blood. Someone hurt her.
"My shoulder and then a through and through in my chest. Here." She moves her hoodie down and shows me a small red puckered scar on her upper chest.
"Who did that?" I ask as I stare at it.
"It's up for debate but I was caught between the FBI and one of Paul's men, Tate. He was their head enforcer." I watch her swallow hard and her eyes fill with tears. "Which reminds me, he's still loose and I'm putting you in danger by being here. They already tried to hurt you last week but the agents posted here stopped them. I should leave."
"The hell you are going anywhere." I snarl quietly. "Not out of my sight. What do you mean agents posted here?"
Mama intervenes. "I think Sarah is right. We should head back home.
