"I hadn't thought of a screwdriver," Frost said thoughtfully. "Now you mention it, I have a few ideas."
"Leave some for me," Sadie said.
I pressed my lips together and forced myself to silence. I wasn't going to judge any of them for wanting vengeance, but me? I just wanted answers.
Dusk Bay wasn't the sort of place where people shot at others for no reason. They didn't just pick up a gun and aim at me for shits and giggles. Chances were, they were paid. I wanted to know who paid them and why. Those were the people I wanted to get at.
Before they came for me again.
Chapter Two
Chelsea
"There you go."Ice finished bandaging Sadie's shoulder and gave her a gentle pat on the opposite one. "You'll have some scarring, but it shouldn't impact your ability to use your arm. Take it easy for a while."
"Thanks, doc," she said, turning to give him a smile. "That feels much better."
While he fixed up her injury, I gave her something for the pain. She looked a lot more herself than she had half an hour ago. The colour was back in her face and her smile was more genuine.
"Now, let's have a chat with our guest." Ice gestured to the stairs, where Jay and Ramsey had taken the shooter, his face covered by Jay's hoodie.
"Yes, let's." Sadie trotted down the stairs, leaving the rest of us to follow.
I walked behind my brother, Frost and Dallas on either side of me. Apparently, I had two bodyguards. Four, when Storm and Atlas appeared as we reached the workroom.
"Chelsea, what the fuck?" Storm wrapped his big arms around me and gave me a squeeze.
"I'm okay," I said, trying to breathe while he held me so tight. "No harm done to me."
"I'm fine too, thanks for asking," Sadie teased.
He nodded over my shoulder to her. "Good. If anything happens to Chelsea's best friend, this asshole would be just as fucking dead." He loosened his grip, but kept his arm around me to lead me into the workroom.
Jay and Ramsey stood to either side of the shooter, each holding one of his arms.
"Allow me." Ice unwound a set of chains from a hook on the wall and fastened them to each of the gunman's arms. When Ice stepped back, the gunman's arms were raised over his head, feet barely touching the ground.
"This feels like an episode of Scooby Doo. Shall we see who's under this mask?" Ice gripped the corner of the hoodie and turned to grin at all of us.
"I don't give a shit who it is," Storm said. "Why don't we just kill the prick and be done with it?"
"Where's the fun in that?" Ice asked. He gave a tug and the hoodie fell free.
Darkening bruises surrounded brown eyes and a surly mouth. His dark, messy hair matched his unshaven chin.
"He had an unfortunate encounter with my fist a couple of times," Jay said. "He didn't want to give up the gun."
"I can't believe I missed that," Atlas said softly. "You'll have to fill me in on the details later."
Jay flashed him a wry smile. "Happy to."
"Did this asshole tell you why he aimed a gun at our woman?" Storm stepped forward until he was almost nose to nose with the man.
"He wasn't feeling chatty," Ramsey said.
"That will change," Ice said. He stepped over closer, his hands behind his back. "You can start talking now, or we can make you talk. Let's start with your name."
The gunman stared back at them, eyes swivelling from one to the other. He pressed his lips together and looked up at the ceiling instead.
