Chapter 34
GEORGIE
In horror, I watched Nash fall to the floor.
My insides froze and all my muscles locked. I couldn’t breathe.
Nash.
He’d gone down hard. Snyder stood over him, clutching a tire iron. He reared his arm back, about to hit Nash again.
“No!” I lunged forward and knocked his arm away.
The tire iron flew through the air and hit the windshield of a sportscar. The glass cracked.
Snyder shoved into me. I fell on my ass.
My gaze locked on Nash. He wasn’t moving. I saw blood on his head.
Help him, Georgie. Protect him.
Nausea welled. How badly was he hurt? I couldn’t lose him.
I scrambled to my feet and pulled out my handgun. I aimed at Snyder.
At the man who’d caused me so much pain. Who’d caused much death and destruction.
The man who’d hurt the ones I loved.
He’d killed Viv.
He’d hurt Nash.
I swallowed and stared at Snyder.
He made a scoffing sound, scorn on his handsome face. “You haven’t got what it takes to kill me.” He pulled out his own gun.
He didn’t aim at me.
He aimed down at Nash.
“Now, me, I’m happy to pull the trigger. I’ll fill your hired muscle with bullets, then you’re next.”
I felt sick. I wanted to shoot him.
For my sister.
I wanted him dead.
But if I fired, he could get a shot off and kill Nash.
Emotions tangled in a knot around my throat.
I’m sorry, Viv. I can’t lose him.
I couldn’t let Snyder kill Nash.
I loved him.
I wanted to live. I wanted to be with Nash.
Love was scary, a risk. There was always a chance of loss, but it didn’t take away from the fact that love was worth every second.
I’m sorry I can’t get you justice, Viv.
I lowered the gun.
Snyder smirked at me and stepped over Nash. He came at me fast.
Shoving me against the car, he pressed his forearm against my throat. He pinned me there, cutting off my air. He lifted his gun and jammed the barrel against my temple. His face was an inch from mine.
“I always win. I always get what I want.”
My mouth flattened. I vowed that I would take him down.
But for now, I needed Nash safe.
My need for revenge was not worth his life.
Snyder pushed harder. I choked and grabbed at his arm. He smiled, enjoying my pain and panic.
Then he pulled back.
I coughed and rubbed my neck. That’s when I heard shouts.
We both turned. Men were entering the garage and my heart leaped. I recognized Bastian, Landon, and the others.
Snyder cursed.
More shouts, and I spotted several guards running through the cars, coming from the other direction. Gunfire filled the garage, echoing loudly.
“Dammit.” Snyder grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the fighting.
“Let me go.” I tried to jerk free.
“Oh no. I’m not having you pop up again and try to kill me.”
He stopped beside a low-slung, blue Lamborghini.
He opened the passenger door and shoved me inside. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot the guy.” He slammed the door closed.
I pressed my hands to my knees, my fingers digging into my skin. Through the window, I saw Nash’s body on the floor.
He was so still.
Please be okay. Please.
Snyder slid into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and it roared to life.
He tapped something on the dash, and ahead of us, the large garage door started opening. I looked back at Nash. Beyond him, I saw people running our way.
Bastian and the others would help him. He’d be okay.
Snyder slammed his foot down on the gas. We tore out of the garage, the vehicle fishtailing as we hit the driveway. I scrambled to fasten my seatbelt. He sped down the driveway and out through the front gates.
He turned left.
“Where are we going?”
“Just shut up.”