Dwyer, Dixie Lynn- Task Force One: Dani's Got a Gun [The Men of Five-0 #4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

came through, we got there fast enough. But that piece of shit got away with killing again. I just can’t figure out what he’s after.”
    Dani tried to figure out who was talking. She recognized Bently’s voice but not the other one. The second voice was firm, authoritative and kind of sharp. He sounded in charge.
    She tried to adjust her body then moaned as the sharp pain hit her ribs. Her eyes blinked open.
    “You’re okay, Daniella. You’re in a safe place with men that can protect you.” She heard the voice and looked at the man standing beside her bed, dressed in a white shirt. He smiled, and when he reached for her to touch her cheek, she tightened up in fear of his touch, and the pain hit again.
    “I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered.
    “Who are you?” she asked then coughed. Her throat felt really dry, and she attempted to sit up.
    “Whoa, baby, don’t move around so much, you’ll reinjure yourself,” said another man who now leaned across the bed on the opposite side.
    She blinked her eyes a few more times, clearing her vision.
    She clutched the sheet to her body. She was naked underneath. Her shock and anger were apparent as one of the men spoke up.
    “Don’t freak out. The doctor had to view your injuries. He’s our cousin, so it’s okay.”
    “Um, how the hell does that make it okay?” she demanded as she absorbed the two men on either side of her and now a third that entered through the doorway.
    “We’ll explain once you’re feeling better.”
    She looked at them. The one to her right, who was doing all the talking, had stunning hazel eyes. They were just as stunning as Miele’s, as she recalled.
    “You’ll explain now, starting with who the hell you are,” she stated firmly, and they appeared surprised. Well, la-di-da, welcome to the real world where women actually have rights and don’t bow down to wolves or sexy hot soldiers.
    “I’m Baher, Miele and Bently’s brother. This is Charlie, my cousin, the doctor who cared for your wounds, and over there by the doorway, the big guy, is Randolph.”
    She glanced toward the one called Randolph. He looked downright mean. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his eyes appeared black and threatening, and she didn’t like the jolt of awareness she felt straight to her pussy. His olive shirt stretched way across his wide chest. Damn, was he big. Did wolves take steroids?
    Holy shit, I’m losing my fucking mind.
    “I think Charlie can leave,” Randolph stated as he stared at his cousin. Instead of looking taken aback, Charlie smiled.
    “You’re going to be fine. Your men will take care of you and they know how to get in touch with me,” Charlie told her. Her mind was fuzzy. More fuzzy and unclear than she felt. Did he say “your men?”
    He left the room and Randolph only moved a second to let his cousin pass. He looked pretty pissed off at his cousin, and once Charlie left, Randolph walked into the room. Her belly tightened and she clutched the sheets against her then glanced around the room. How the hell am I going to make a run for it?
    She saw her boots, her jeans, and her guns lying on the chair. For men who were holding her captive, they were stupid to leave her weapons lying out like that. She always carried two guns. One on her hip and one on her ankle as backup.
    “Don’t even think about it, Daniella. We are not here to hurt you. As soon as you’re fully awake, we’ll explain,” Baher stated, and she turned toward him and those gorgeous hazel eyes.
    They stood out so much against his tan complexion.
    She tried to sit up and Baher and Randolph reached for her. She cringed from the pain and from the sticky tape holding the large bandage against her ribs.
    “What the hell?”
    Randolph scooped her up as Baher fixed the pillow.
    “Hey, I can—”
    One look from Mr. Intense Randolph and she closed her mouth. She didn’t even freak when the sheet that covered her breasts moved lower, exposing half of her