Chapter 36
GEORGIE
Oh God.
Snyder was speeding so fast. Nash and Bastian were beside us. Thankfully the road was empty.
For now.
My heart was pumping hard. One wrong move and Synder could kill us all.
As I watched, Nash climbed out of the window, clinging to the top of the sports car.
I couldn’t breathe. Surely, he wasn’t going to jump?
“Stop!” I yelled at Snyder. “Stop the car.”
“Fuck, no!” He elbowed me away.
“It’s over, Snyder. I won’t stop coming after you. Ever. You killed my sister. You’ve hurt so many people. I won’t let you get away with that.”
“I always get away with it,” he yelled. “I do whatever the hell I want. No one’s going to stop me.”
“Not this time.” I grabbed his arm. “That man out there, he won’t let you live. He’ll never stop helping me. He’s the opposite of you. A good, honorable, supportive man.”
Snyder scoffed.
The other car came closer, Nash clinging to the side.
My heart leaped into my throat. Oh God, no.
He jumped.
I heard a thump and Snyder cursed.
Nash was partly on top of the roof, partly hanging onto the windshield. Then he shifted. I saw him through the glass, the wind tearing at his clothes and hair.
He looked like a dark knight.
My dark knight.
I smiled at him.
Then Snyder wrenched the wheel to the side.
I screamed and was tossed against the door. I saw Nash jerk, his body thrown sideways.
No. No.
If he fell at this speed, he’d die for sure.
“Stop.” I smacked at Snyder. Not just for Viv, but for Nash and me as well. I whacked at the man’s head.
Outside, Nash regained balance. He met my gaze through the windshield.
I was so in love with this man. This brave man who’d proven to me that he’d take care of me, that he’d kill for me. That he’d stand by my side and give me everything I needed.
Nash raised a gun. He aimed it directly at Snyder.
Snyder snarled.
Nash fired. The bullet hit the glass. It didn’t penetrate, but a spider web of cracks appeared.
Snyder slammed on the brakes and I gasped, flying forward. The seatbelt dug into my chest. But Nash had anticipated the move. He threw himself against the car, holding on hard.
We slowed down, tires squealing.
Then I heard a honking horn. My head whipped up and ahead I saw car headlights piercing the night.
Beside us, Bastian dropped back, sliding in behind our car.
The oncoming car whizzed past us, still honking.
Nash aimed the gun again. Snyder let out a frustrated noise and slammed his foot on the accelerator.
Nash fired.
The windscreen shattered and Snyder cried out.
Then suddenly, the car veered off the road.
No. We hit bumpy ground and I jerked against the seatbelt.
Where was Nash?
Then, the car flipped.
I screamed. Everything became a terrifying whirl.
We hit the sandy ground. I heard the crunch of metal and the sound of glass breaking. My head hit the side window, pain exploding through my skull.
I didn’t know if I was up or down.
Where was Nash?
It was my last thought before everything went black.