Chapter 4Adam had been asleep, lost in a peaceful, dreamless world when a loud bang shattered the silence. The doorknob bounced off the wall hard enough to dent the drywall. He struggled to sit up as Ian stormed into his room. His expression hurtled Adam backward to the memory of watching him shoot and kill two men.
“Get up,” Ian said, his voice an icy whisper. “Get up now,” he repeated when Adam didn’t heed him.
“No—”
Ian grabbed him by his shirt so swiftly that Adam never registered the drag from bed to floor.
Adam’s feet never touched the ground. Ian was right in his face, close enough to feel his breath. He tossed him against the wall, snapping Adam from his daze. And spurring him into action. Despite being too weak to stand, Adam fought back. Now desperate to battle his way out of
