Free Free Fall (Free Fall Vol. 2): (Loving Summer #7: The Donovan Brothers #4) by Kailin Gow Page A

shot, and it hit one of his men, wounding him in the chest.
    Drew
lounged at that man, punching him twice until he was knocked out completely,
while I ducked, hearing another shot, and looked around for the other man. 
    He
was near Summer, and was about to grab her when Drew pushed Summer out of the
way. He grabbed the man’s arm, twisted his wrist to make him drop his gun, and
elbowed him into the chest, before punching him in the face, sending him down.
    Drew
stepped back and was catching his breath when a gunshot was heard coming from
the top of the stairs. Drew’s face went blank as he fell over.
    Summer
screamed and rushed over to Drew.
    My
heart stopped seeing Drew lying prone on the ground. Please God, don’t let him
be dead.
    I
aimed my gun at the shooter at the top of the stairs who was about to shoot
Drew and Summer.  Dammit, it was the kid. The Little Dragon…Jorge. He had been
bandaged up, but he was carrying two guns in his hands. One trained at Drew,
and the other trained at Summer. Drew was a sure target and an easy one, lying
smack in the middle of the room, a pool of blood bleeding under him.
     
    “Oh
God, no!” Summer was crying.  She was trying to see where he was shot, and the
back of her head was in full view of Jorge’s gun. 
    He
was going to shoot her. I had to stop him before he did.
    I
pointed my gun at him and shot.
    He
dropped his guns and slumped down. A bullet through his head.
    It
was a shot I didn’t want to take. I had deliberately let him live instead of
gunning him down when I could at the Compound so he could perhaps live and
maybe change?  A part of me said he might be able to since he was younger, but
a part of me said he wouldn’t, despite his age. He was a hardened criminal and
if he wasn’t stopped, many innocent lives, including Drew’s and Summer’s would
be taken.
    The
Dragon let out a roar, when he saw Jorge fall dead on the spot, and he looked
over at me, his face transformed into pure anger and agony.
    “You
killed my brother!” he cried, pointing his gun at me.
    But
I was already pointing two of mine at him.
    I
looked over at Summer, who was already trying to help Drew.
    “How
is he?” I asked.
    She
shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. “Not good,” she said. “We have
to get him to the hospital now.”
    My
heart dropped. I had a hard time focusing.
    “I
could work on him here, but I need…” Summer stopped talking, and my heart
started thundering.
     
    Brandi
was behind Summer where she had put the tip of her knife blade under Summer’s
chin. One push, and the blade would go clear through Summer’s head.
     
    The
look of anger vanished from The Dragon’s face, too, and a look of panic and
fear came over him.
     
    “Let’s
see who the loser really is, Bitch,” Brandi said to Summer. “Let’s see who is
really the most handy with a knife. Think you can waltz into Eddie’s life, make
him replace me with you as his lover? Think again. I’m irreplaceable. I’m the
best lover he’s ever had…and you will never see his face, or this man’s face…”
she pointed at Drew, “or anyone’s face again, Bitch, because I am going to…”
she stopped and fell backwards, as a gunshot was heard.
    The
gun in The Dragon’s hand was smoking, after shooting Brandi.
    It
was a clear shot, which if he had missed would’ve hit Summer.
    As
in slow motion, he put the gun back into his pockets, glanced at the windows,
and before rushing out of the room, fixed his gaze on Summer. “Summer,” he
said.
    Summer
looked up, as though she heard her name being called, and by the time she
looked at where The Dragon had been standing, he was gone.
    The
front door was kicked in, and Hector in his Miami Vice brown suit and loafers
barged in along with a few of my men.
    He
surveyed the room, taking in the casualties, and let out a long whistle.
“Sorry, boss,” he said. “I tried to hurry but…”
    “We
need to clean this up,” I said. Technically, all of