Dane
"LILA!" Dane threw himself across the kitchen, wrenching the gun from Chris's hands as his gut twisted and he became a whirlwind, a fucking tornado of punishment on his brother. "Lila!" he roared, taking Chris to the ground, both of them struggling, fighting for control of the gun that Dane just prayed had to be cocked again before it would go off.
"Fuck!" Chris had his teeth bared and was twisting, trying to get his legs around Dane to roll him, but Dane was too quick. He twisted the gun out of Chris's grip and threw it, bring his hand back in a right hook that took his brother in the temple.
Chris's eyes widened and for a split second his arms went slack. Then he blinked and cursed and started fighting again, but it was too late. Dane had him on the floor, hands around his throat. "LILA!"
"I'm okay! I'm okay!" she said faintly. "I just knocked my head on the counter. I'm fine."
