Page 27 of The Bodyguard and the Bombshell

“It was me.”

Nate felt a deep sense of satisfaction run through him when the little brat finally admitted the truth.

It didn’t last long because when he turned her way, he realized a big SUV in the far right lane beside them had stopped in the middle of the road, and the passenger side window rolled down.

They weren’t asking for directions. They had him in a trap, closed in on all sides. He saw the barrel of a gun poke through the open window and did the only thing he could. He reached over and shoved her down, covering her body with his while he tried to keep control of the truck. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as the assassin put three bullets into his brand-new truck, and the world seemed to go chaotic as the people around him panicked.

“Stay down,” he ordered as he pulled his SIG. They needed to get to the MT building, and they needed to do it fucking now. The chaos would help, but he needed cover fire. He kept a hand on Daisy’s back so she didn’t decide to help him as he eased up and fired at the black SUV.

Nate took off, punching the gas and swerving into the oncoming lane. He narrowly avoided hitting a sedan.

The back window of the cab shattered as they fired again, and he heard the sound of tires screeching.

Had they turned so they could keep coming after them?

Nate took a deep breath and punched the gas again.

Daisy started to come up. “What was…”

He shoved her head back down. “Stay down or I swear to god, you’ll get the bloody spanking of a lifetime.”

“I was only trying to check on you,” she grumbled.

“I’m fine.” He wasn’t. He was pretty sure he’d gotten grazed. He could feel a burning sensation across his right bicep.

It likely wasn’t the only time he would be wounded in the service of his submissive.

Adrenaline pumped through his system as he swerved back into the right lane before making a hard turn onto the side street that would lead him to the MT building. Behind him he heard the sound of metal striking metal as two cars hit while trying to flee the scene of the attack.

“Call your dad,” he ordered.

He couldn’t be sure they wouldn’t follow him into the parking garage. They had protocols. He couldn’t simply race inside. There was a whole security system in place.

“Tell him we’re coming in hot, and we need the entrance gate up,” Nate explained as he narrowly avoided an accident. He had to go up on the sidewalk to get past the minivan stopped in front of a grocery store.

He glanced up and winced as the SUV started to gain on him.

“Hey, Da. How are you this morning? Did you get breakfast?”

She was going to make him insane. “Daisy!”

“Nate says I have to tell you we’re coming in hot. I don’t know what that means, but there is someone shooting at us,” she said in a shockingly calm voice. “Yeah, he pushed me down. Yes. He’s still driving, but whoever it is keeps coming. I’m not sure what he did to upset them.” She gasped. “Da, language. We do not know this has… He went into Irish. I can barely understand him, but I did hear him yelling for Uncle Ian. Oh, should I call the police?”

“Don’t bother. I think they’ll find us.” His arm was starting to ache. “Hold on, love. And let’s hope they get the gate open. When we get inside, you stay down, and you run when I tell you to. You run and don’t look back. You get to the security desk.”

“I’m not going to leave you.”

A sweet thought, but he had to protect her. “You’ll do exactly what I tell you to, Dais. I’m not fucking around. Here we go. Hang on.”

He swung the truck around, barely missing an oncoming car as he rushed into the parking garage. The guard was there in the booth, obviously trying to get the gate up. He felt the top of it scrape the roof of his truck and heard a volley of gunfire.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw Ian and Alex moving toward the gate. The big guys moved like the predators they were, and they were backed up by a whole bunch of guys with guns.

Nate slammed the truck to a stop as a freaked-out Li O’Donnell came charging up.

“Daisy!” Liam opened the passenger side door. “My poor, sweet, Daisy. What happened to you? Are you all right? We should call an ambulance.”

Daisy was perfectly fine. Nate was the one bleeding, but did Liam seem to care about his health? Nope. He was too busy looking his precious angel over.

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