Liam jumped down from the table as the girls all slowly stood up, their wide eyes filled with disbelief and fear. The silence that followed the gunfire was almost deafening, the only sounds left were the heavy breathing of the women and the faint groans of the dying men. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder and blood. Luckily, none of the girls had been hit. Not that Liam had cared—his focus had been on one thing alone: eliminating every single enemy in the room. Collateral damage had never crossed his mind.