Page 33 of Saving Mr. Norcross
Vander landed on top of the man, grappling with him. He’d trained in jujitsu and several other wrestling disciplines. He fought to pin the guy down.
Rocco grunted, fighting back and heaving his weight up. He was a big guy and it was a hard, brutal fight.
But Navarro’s guard was no match for Vander.
He got the thug in a chokehold and pulled back hard. The man’s feet hammered the floor, and Vander pulled back with all his might.
Come on, asshole. Pass out.
Finally, the guy sagged.
Vander released him and sat back, drawing air into his lungs. His muscles were burning, and his gaze was hazy again. He glanced at his arm. Thankfully, his bullet wound was just a graze. It was bleeding, but he’d live.
Nearby, the guard he’d clipped rose unsteadily. When he spotted Vander, he aimed a gun at Vander’s head.
Fuck.
Vander’s brain flicked through options at lightning speed. There were footsteps, and two more men arrived.
“Elio, finish them off,” one man barked.
Bam.
Vander didn’t jerk, but his pulse spiked.
The guard’s gun clattered to the floor, there was a brief pause, then he toppled over.
There was a hole between his eyes.
Vander looked back over his shoulder, and through the fading smoke, he saw a slender form in black stride toward them. They were holding both arms straight out, gun aimed. The shape coalesced into his wife.
“Get her!” one of the other two guards yelled.
Vander’s gut clenched, his muscles tensing.No.
Vander was alive.
She knew he was hurt, but he was alive, and she felt the full force of his attention on her.
But she focused on the two men charging at her.
She kicked one, whirled, then rammed her palm into the second guard’s face.
Both staggered back.
Suddenly, another big body charged into the fight.
Justin.
He hit the first guard and they both slammed into each other, and they struggled. They whirled in a tight circle.
She turned to face down the other man.
With a roar, the guard lowered his shoulder and charged her like a football player.
He picked her up, carried her several steps backward and slammed her into the wall. Hard. The air rushed out of her.
She brought her feet up and pressed them to his gut. There wasn’t much room to move, but she kicked him.
