The pixiesque woman by Brie shot the DJ a look Ian had seen before.
Damn, Sully had really lost his touch. He used to be good at understanding the people around him. Alex wasn’t going to like it, but Ian really couldn’t stand the thought of even having these people as an open case halfway across the country. It was time to shut this shit down.
He pointed at the girl because despite the fact that Sully was willing to pay by the hour, if these people didn’t get out of his office he was going to launch a grenade at them. “It’s Crazy Eyes. She’s a closeted lesbian in love with Dimwitted Blonde, and she tried to kill Douchebag.”
Damn, didn’t they know it was always the bitch with the crazy eyes?
His wife turned, about to yell at him—yeah, he knew that look—but Crazy Eyes saved him from the inevitable lecture about giving peace a chance and shit by pulling a forty-five out of her outrageously large handbag.
“You don’t deserve her!” Crazy Eyes shouted as she pointed the gun at Hoover.
All hell broke loose, but then it wasn’t really a day at the office without a little chaos.
Chapter Two
“Crazy Eyes, I swear to god if you fire that fucking gun in my conference room, I will kill you myself, and you won’t like how I do it,” Ian swore. His heart was going to beat out of his fucking chest. Charlie was in here. If the bullets started flying, she could get hit. The babies could get hit. Damn it, they were supposed to be safe here.
Brie had a hand over her chest as though protecting herself. “Marcy, what are you doing?”
Sully put out his hands and eased toward Crazy Eyed Marcy with the calm movements of a lion tamer. “Marcy, honey, there’s no need for this. Hoover wasn’t trying to be mean. You know how he is. Let’s calm down and talk about this.”
Hoover had ducked behind the dude with the grill and was currently peeing his pants, if the smell was any indication.
Yeah, Sully was going to pay for that.
“Charlie, get out of here.” He didn’t like how shaky Marcy was. And she’d already proven herself entirely incapable of hitting her target.
“It’s fine, Ian.” She didn’t move, merely watched as the chick with the gun pointed it her way.
“Don’t move,” Marcy said, her voice thin and reedy.
“God, Marcy, you’re such a drama queen.” Brie huffed and sat down in one of the chairs and started to look at her nails as though the rest of the action bored her.
“Marcy, honey, why don’t you give me the gun?” Sully asked.
“Wait, it was Marcy?” One of Hoover’s brothers scratched his head and seemed to be trying to the figure the situation out.
“Dude, I thought you slept with her,” the other brother whispered in a too loud voice.
Marcy pointed the gun toward Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. “I only love Brie. I would never sleep with any of you.”
Alex leaned toward him. “You get Charlie and I’ll take down the girl.”
Ian nodded. He had to be careful. Normally he would simply hit Charlie with the force of a steamroller, forcing his body over hers so if a bullet came their way it would take him out instead of her. But her body wasn’t her own. Her body held their babies. His girls. All three of his girls were in danger. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream. Normally he went ice cold in these situations. Charlie was deadly all on her own. His wife could take care of herself, though he preferred to handle the dangerous stuff. She was competent, but she was almost nine months pregnant. God, if anything happened to his girls…
Charlie had died once. Oh, it had all been a ploy in a spy game they’d been playing, but he’d spent five years in hell mourning her. He couldn’t do it again. He couldn’t lose her again and god, he couldn’t lose their daughters. He had a sudden vision of burying all three of them, and it stopped him in his tracks.
“Ian, are you all right?” Alex whispered.
And that was the moment Charlie chose to make her play. Marcy had backed up, moving away from Sully, who seemed to be putting himself between the gun and his star. Unfortunately, it moved Marcy’s back close to Charlie, who had her in a choke hold before Ian could scream. The gun fell out of Marcy’s hand, clattering to the floor.
“Oh, my god. Something’s kicking me!” Marcy said before her eyes closed and she went limp.
Charlie let her drop to the floor and Alex was kicking the gun away before Ian could move. She grinned his way, her hand on her belly. “Ian, the babies just went crazy. I swear to god they could tell we were taking someone down. They’re already helping Mommy take out the bad guys.” She frowned. “Babe, are you all right? You are really pale.”
Ian sat, staring ahead as he tried to get himself under control.