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That was all West needed to hear. A soft pop came from the back of the house followed by two much louder gunshots.

“Michalis? Michalis! What’s happening? Michalis!” Sophia screamed in panic.

Kairo stepped out of the side room and entered the living room where Sophia and Isidore were both bathed in a dirty yellow light from a camping lantern on the dusty tile floor. He caught only the barest glimpse of the rundown room with stained walls and frayed curtains. His eyes never wavered from Isidore’s pale face that was streaked with blood on one side or the gun pressed awkwardly to his temple. Sophia was too short to hold in place, but the angle was still enough to kill Isidore if she managed to get a shot off.

“Let him go,” Kairo ordered in a hard voice. “Michalis is already dead. Let him go and you might make it out of here alive.”

“Kairo.” Isidore sighed with relief.

“No! I—” Sophia didn’t get out anything else. Gabriel kicked in the front door. As she turned in surprise, Kairo lunged forward, grabbed Isidore’s arm, and yanked him free of Sophia’s distracted grasp. Isidore’s limp body fell into Kairo’s arms. Kairo swallowed a shout of joy as he wrapped up his man in his body while taking them to the floor. He positioned himself between Isidore and Sophia while trying to cushion their fall.

Behind him, three shots were fired off in quick succession and then there was only deafening silence.

“Isidore! Isidore!” Athena frantically screamed in their ears.

“Shhhh. I’m okay. Kairo saved me. No screaming. I have a splitting headache,” Isidore answered a moment later.

Kairo leaned up on his elbow, with his perfect boyfriend in his arms. He blinked and he could feel the relieved tears streaking down his face. He just didn’t care. “Will, get your ass in here,” he said in a rough voice. “Isidore was hit on the head. Probably a concussion.”

“Got it. Anyone shot?” Will immediately replied.

“Not anyone who matters,” Gabriel drawled.

“West? You okay? What were those extra shots?” Kairo asked.

The sniper grunted. “Shitbag managed to squeeze off a couple out of reflex when I hit him. I’m good. He’s dead.”

Confident that all of his family was safe, Kairo turned his full attention back to the man in his arms. “I’m so sorry, baby, about your family. I never wanted this for you.”

Isidore closed his eyes and rested his head against Kairo’s arm. “It doesn’t matter. You, Athena, and the team are the only family I need.”

Leaning down, Kairo pressed the lightest kiss to his temple. “And we will always be there for you.”

21

ISIDORE PANOPOULOS

The sheets felt so good.He couldn’t remember a time when his bed had ever felt this amazing in all his life.

Dawn was starting to creep over the horizon, but he caught only a glimpse of it before Kairo was shutting the curtains and blanketing the room in cool darkness, which helped to ease the ache in his throbbing head.

The last several hours were a blur, and he couldn’t blame it completely on his concussion. When Charlie, Will, and Alexei arrived, Kairo ordered Will to check him, but his lover never let him completely go. Once the doctor confirmed that it was safe to move him, Kairo was ushering him off to the car Charlie had parked out front while both Kairo and West reassured him that the team would handle everything.

Everything being the two dead bodies in the house.

His family.

The family members who had planned to kill him and threatened the life of his sister.

He wanted to feel sad or at least angry, but right now he was simply numb.

He returned to his home with Kairo, Will, and Alexei. Nearly half an hour had passed with Athena clinging to him and alternating between losing her temper and sobbing. Both were understandable. She had been put through too much. He was her last family in all the world and he never wanted her to hurt.

After another more thorough examination by Will—who said that his brain wasn’t broken or going to melt or whatever happened with a concussion—Kairo was finally allowed to usher him into a hot shower to wash away the horror of the night and tuck him into his bed. The mattress on his left side shifted and dipped just a second before a strong, warm arm lay gently across his bare stomach. Kairo’s lips pressed a sweet kiss to his shoulder and then behind his ear.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?” Kairo whispered.

“I just need you,” Isidore murmured.


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