Page 30 of Saving Mr. Norcross
He grabbed several of them, then smiled darkly. “I have an idea.”
His brother groaned. “And now I’m more terrified of your idea than the angry guards out to kill us.”
Brynn slipped down the wide,stone stairs, Justin her silent shadow.
She paused for a moment and met his gaze. He nodded. The steady look in his eyes reminded her so much of Vander.
At the bottom of the stairs, she paused again and pressed her back to the wall. There were no sounds or voices. She hoped it stayed that way.
She peered around the corner. The hall was empty. She stepped into the basement level. It appeared that several corridors split off in different directions.Crap. Which way?
“This place is huge,” Justin murmured. “Could take hours to find them.”
In the distance, gunfire echoed. She tensed.
“Fuck,” Justin muttered. “Or not. Sounds like Vander’s making a move.”
Her pulse spiked. “Come on.”
She stalked in that direction and turned a corner…
And smacked into a guard.
The man cursed in Italian.
Brynn rammed an elbow into his ribs. Her other elbow cracked into his chin, knocking his head back. Her front kick hit his gut and drove him backward. He fell.
Four more guards filled the hall, shouting and rushing in their direction.
Goddammit. She didn’t have time for this. She had to find Vander.
She had to protect their growing child.
Brynn let herself flow into the zone. She didn’t consciously think or plan. Being married to the most dangerous man she knew had advantages. She trained with him, learned from him. She lunged and punched the first guy, then spun moving into the path of the second. She landed a jab to his throat and heard him gag. She spun again, and kicked the first guy in the knee. She heard something pop and he went down with a sharp cry.
The next two were on her. She ducked and slammed a punch into one’s groin, then swung him into the fourth man.
The final attacker fell to one knee. She kicked him in the face, and he collapsed with a gurgle.
A pile of groaning men lay on the floor.
Justin just stared at her. “Wow. I think I’m kinda turned on.”
She shot him a look.
“Don’t tell Vander I said that.”
She yanked zip ties off her belt, tossed some at Justin, and the two of them quickly tied up the guards.
“I’m sick of wasting time. I want to find my husband and get out of here.”
They took two steps when a wave of nausea hit her hard, coming out of nowhere. Brynn staggered and pressed a hand to the wall.
Dammit. She breathed through the need to vomit. Of all the times for morning sickness to show up.
“Brynn?” Justin frowned at her. “Are you okay? You hurt?”
She shook her head, but that made the nausea surge, the hot taste of bile filling her mouth. She bent over and vomited on the floor.
