team. It would have been careless to think Siegel wouldn’t try something at Frank’s funeral.
Macy’s arm brushed his and Logan tightened his grip. The man had stopped his words of love last night and in his heart, he’d known it was too soon for Macy. While he might be ready to say them, Macy clearly wasn’t ready to hear them. He did have hope, though. After all this craziness with Siegel was over, he would hold Macy to his promise.
He needed to talk to Macy and discuss his own overbearing tendencies. It wasn’t any one thing that made him the way he was. It stemmed from being the oldest and having to step up when his parents had been killed. It stemmed from his little sister being a rape victim. It stemmed from his genetic makeup, down to the very marrow of who he was. He would change. For Macy, he’d try like hell to change. If Macy gave him the chance.
Last night, they’d gone to sleep in anger. He’d taken a spot on the living room floor after Macy had stalked into one of the bedrooms and locked the door. Logan wanted to break it down, but he’d had the good sense to nix that idea.
He swept his gaze discretely past the crowd of people and along the edge of the trees that surrounded the cemetery.
Thank fuck Macy was wearing a bulletproof vest. He’d felt an overwhelming sense of relief when Macy had come out of his room and pulled on the vest with the white letters “FBI” etched on the front. Over that, Macy had tugged on a black, long sleeved shirt.
Macy fought with and eventually tugged his hand from his tight grip and crossed his arms against his chest. The man’s chin was tipped and lips pressed tight, like a volcano of anger was ready to rip.
Rather than reach for Macy again, Logan stuffed his hands into his pockets and moved his gaze back to the gathering and the gentle murmur of words the official was saying. It seemed that Frank had been alone in life and Macy and the FBI agent, Nathan, were the closest thing to family Frank had had. No bagpipes or gunfire for the man who’d given his life for his country. Macy had assured him Frank would have hated the fanfare.
“Got movement at the north side,” Felix’s voice came over the mic.
“I see him,” Jett responded.
Several of his and Macy’s men were positioned around the cemetery, and he had to wonder how the fuck Siegel’s men had gotten this close.
“Let us bow our heads,” the pastor said just as bullets pinged, hitting Frank’s casket. One round hit the pastor in the shoulder. The man gasped and fell backwards, but Jaxon’s quick reflexes saved the guy from hitting the ground.
There might have been screaming if this was an ordinary funeral service, but every single person there was from law enforcement.
Logan spun and cupped the back of Macy’s head before forcing him to hunch over. Logan ran the younger man that way to take cover behind a massive headstone.
“Damn it!” Macy growled and shook off his hand.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Reflexes.”
Macy huffed and sent him a dark glare. The Glock seventeen Macy pulled from his coat meant business. “I get it, but can you remember for one fucking minute that I’m not and will never be your charge?” Macy snapped, and swung his arm around the headstone to fire off a round at the trees where the shots had come from.
Logan grunted and pulled his own weapon to watch their backs. The glint of a gun reflected in the trees at their flank and a bullet shattered part of the headstone near Macy. Logan fired off a round and heard a distant yelp.
Macy spat out dust and debris and returned fire. The agent sent five more rounds in the direction of where the shot that hit the pastor had come from.
“Boss, you copy?” Jaxon said through the com in his ear.
“Copy. Where you at?”
“I stashed the pastor with the FBI in the carpark, but Felix, Hayden, and I are pinned down near the cars.”
“Siegel might have brought in some expert help,” Macy rasped to everyone through the mic.
That was exactly what Logan had been afraid of. Expert help could mean any type of thugs. He needed to get Macy the fuck out of there.
“Ryder, check in,” he ordered.
“Jett, Nathan, and I are about twenty yards from your position,” Ryder growled.
“Macy?” Macy’s radio crackled and the