Page 26 of Saving Mr. Norcross
They spun again, knocking into the wall. The next second, they went down, wrestling on the floor.
Then Brynn saw Justin’s head clip the wall, and his body went limp.
Oh, no. The thug rose, turning to face her, a smirk on his brutish face.
Brynn pulled in a deep breath.I’m not an easy target, asshole.She thought of the growing life inside her.Stay safe, baby.
The man advanced on her.
She moved fast. The element of surprise was not one she wanted to waste.
She dropped to one knee, and hammered a blow into the side of his knee. He cursed and lost his balance.
She leaped up and jumped onto his back. She managed to get an arm around his head and put pressure on his neck. She yanked back with all of her weight, and heard him make a gurgling sound. He tried desperately to grab her arm and haul her off him.
Not happening. She pulled back harder, her forearm digging into his neck with all of her strength.
The life of her baby depended on her holding on. So did the life of her husband.
The thug struggled, but after a minute, he dropped to his knees. Brynn clung to him, not letting go. She strained, every muscle burning.
Finally, his body sagged. It felt like it had taken forever. He tipped forward and tumbled like a sack full of sand.
Panting, she rose. She yanked zip ties from her pocket, and bound his hand and ankles.
She heard a noise and glanced backward. Justin was sitting up, clutching his head.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “I’ll survive.”
She held up a hand. “How many fingers?”
“Twenty-seven. I’m fine.”
Brynn rolled her eyes. She had a lot of experience with injured badasses insisting they were fine.
He rose, and kicked the unconscious attacker in the side. “We need to hide him.”
Justin seemed steady on his feet, so she had to assume he was okay. “Check those doors.”
He cautiously opened the closest door. “Storage closet. Perfect. Grab his feet.”
Together, they dragged the man inside. The guy weighed a ton.
She shut the door behind him and straightened. “Now, we need to find the stairs to the basement.”
Voices echoed from nearby. They were heading their way and getting closer.
“Shit.” Brynn glanced around. The windows nearby were covered with heavy, velvet drapes. “There.”
She hurried over and slid behind them. She watched Justin slide behind the curtains on the next window. She hoped it hidthem. She flattened herself against the glass as much as she could.
The talking in Italian got closer. Bring married to an Italian-American meant she’d learned a little Italian. She knew enough words to decipher what they were saying.
“I want you to get my nephew on the phone. Now!”
The voice was older, and held the unmistakable tone of a man who sounded like he was used to being in charge.
