Stephanie Tyler - Unbreakable

The man secured to the metal chair in the middle of the cinder block room still fought.

That was more disconcerting than anything. The Gunner she knew wouldve been chill, sitting calmly, watching and waiting. This man was wild. Untamed.

Or maybe these men are one and the same. Maybe you only saw what you wanted to.

He didnt even look the same. His hair was dark, no sign of the bright blond that seemed so natural with his coloring. The dark hair made him look far more dangerous. Shed dyed her hair back to its natural blonde color from the dark brown Gunner had picked for her. It was some kind of odd role reversal. And it looked oddly right on him.

I didnt know your hair was dark, Avery said, because she couldnt think of anything else.

Now you do. His lips curled derisively and she wondered which was the real Gunnerthats how good the man in front of her was. She was doubting the one shed met at the tattoo shop months earlier, the one whod taken her in, helped her and her brother. The one whod risked everything, revealed himself to save all of them.

Jem had been circling Gunner for a day and a half, alternating between talking and yelling and punching. Torturing. Using depravation and exhaustion to make him vulnerable. And Gunner simply took it. All of it. Used it to fuel his rage.

The chair creaked with the pressure he put on it as he rocked back and forth, struggled to get out of the bonds. At one point, Jem kicked it over and Gunner managed to slam himself and the chair back into the upright position.

She thought her heart might actually break. Shed murmured, Please bring him back, so many times over the past months it had worn a groove in her brain.

Now that he was right in front of her, she was still saying it.

It wouldve been easier if Gunner ignored her, but he was able to meet her eyes so easily. They were flat. Dull. And they looked at her with complete contempt.

What has he done to you? she couldnt help but ask.

He gave her a grin that was more like a leer. Spat blood in a straight line through his teeth and refused to tear his gaze from hers. He didnt do anything. This is me, Avery. I told yougo to Key and stay the hell away.

Jem brought her in here because he knew that would make it worse for Gunner. Avery agreed, knowing how hard it would be on all of them. Knowing Gunner might never forgive them.

Jem could live with that. Could she?

Six months earlier

Avery was dancing on the bar.

She wasnt sure how shed gotten pulled up there, but had to admit she didnt care. When she looked over, Grace was dancing up there too, along with several other women shaking their asses to the local rock band intent on tearing the house down. The loud vibrations from the bass and drums, the sexy screech of the lead singer thrummed through her body and seemed to go straight through to her soul. It was loud enough to drown out everything . . . except her feelings for Gunner.

Those feelings made every note amplify, and God, it felt good to just have fun. There was a time for mourning, and that wouldnt end soon, but they all needed this. Her brother, Dare, was smiling as he watched GraceAvery had known they were perfect for each other from the first time shed seen them together. Jem and Key, brothers and Averys friends, were keeping an eye on them but chatting up some women in the corner at the same time.

And Gunner was . . .

She glanced around for him, found him standing almost right in front of her, watching her. They locked eyes for a long moment while she danced. Just for him.

Hed been watching her like that the whole night. Circling her, but always staying just out of reach.

This bar was down the alleyway from his tattoo shop, one of the first places shed gone when shed arrived in New Orleans. And somewhere along the way, maybe even from the first day shed slammed into his shop, shed fallen for Gunner. The tattoo hed given her had cemented it, pink and white flowers trailing along her side, grazing a breast and a hip. It was so graceful. Perfect. Hed marked her and in front of Jem and Key. And things mightve progressed naturally between them if not for the turn the mission had taken.

The mission that would always haunt them.

She pushed that out of her mind. Tonight, she wasnt the daughter of a mercenary who ran a legendary group called Section 8. Tonight, she wasnt a fierce warrior whod decided that she would resurrect the group with the help of her brother, Gunner and the others.

No, here in this bar, she was drinking and dancing. She was a woman who wanted a man to finally decide the timing was right. If shed learned nothing from the past months, it was that whoever dubbed patience a virtue was a goddamned liar.

The band segued into a new songstill a wild one with a slower, sexier beat. If she jumped down, Gunner would catch her. She was about to test her theory when a guy popped up next to her, grabbed her hands and began dancing with her.

At first, it was all friendly and fun, and then he was tugging on her too roughly, pulling her close, and when she glanced at Gunner, his expression had grown tight.

Buddy, hands off, she said, because the last thing they needed was trouble.

But the guy was past the point of reason. He was sloppy, drooly, unattractively drunk and although she could handle him on her ownand easilyshe decided that playing damsel in distress would still allow her to remain dancing on the bar.

Gunner raised a brow at her and she gave a quick nod. In seconds, his tattooed arms shot up and grabbed the guy off the bar as if he weighed nothing. At first, he flailed and cursed. When he saw who he was up against, he stilled. Which was smart. Gunner was six feet five inches with spiky blond hair and covered with tattoos. A big guy with an expression that read youre going to get hurt if you dont cut the shit.

Hey, get the fuck off my friend, a male voice yelled above the music.

Gunner turned in time to stop a fist from exploding into his face. Still holding on to the drunk guy by the front of his shirt, he shoved the other guys arm down and yanked it behind his back.

This cant be good, Grace said in her ear loudly. Because the music hadnt stopped. If anything, it seemed to ramp up in anticipation of the impending, inevitable fight. Wheres Dare?

Avery pointed to where her brother had jumped into the fray with a gleeful yell, diving headfirst into several men the bouncers were trying to pull apart. Some of the fighting included breaking beer bottles, and suddenly someone was thrown at the bar. At them.

Before she could do anything, Grace was grabbed to safety by Jem and Avery was whooshed off the bar into strong arms and found herself held against Gunners chest. For a moment, their faces were inches apart and it would be so easy to kiss him. Actually, the perfect placeher refuge from the storm.

Yes, maybe have another shot of whiskey, Avery.

And then Gunner carried her and placed her in the safety of a corner near the back hallway next to Grace and flew into the melee.

Theyre all enjoying this. Grace pointed first to where Dare was fighting with a couple of biker types. And smiling.

For the love of all thats good and holy, she muttered when she saw Jem throw someone over the pool table. Key caught the guy and tossed him back to Jem.

Avery and Grace shoved away anyone who came too close to them, both trying to keep an eye on the men. Avery automatically scanned the crowd for weapons, like knives or broken beer bottles. Because if you were going to brawl, it should be about fists.