Page 32 of Saving Mr. Norcross
“No shit. I’m pretty sure everyone on the entire island heard your explosion.”
Vander gripped him and hauled him to his feet. He slid an arm around Rhys’ shoulders.
They staggered through the doorway.
The guards were all down. One tried to sit up, and Vander kicked him. Then he scooped a gun up off the floor.
Smoke billowed in every direction.Shit, which way?
Rhys looked down the hall—left, then right. “Left.”
Left it was.
They started hobbling down the hallway. They took a corner. Navarro’s basement was a damn maze. They needed to find a way out.
Suddenly, bullets slammed into the wall beside them.
Vander spun, knocking Rhys to the floor. He dropped to a knee and lifted his stolen gun.
All he could see was a haze of smoke.
He released a slow breath and felt his senses sharpen. He trusted his instincts and aimed at the shadows.
Bam. Bam. Bam.
A pained shout. There was no more gunfire.
“Up.” He heaved Rhys to his feet again.
“I’m fucking dizzy.”
“You probably have a concussion.”
“I’m fine,” Rhys insisted.
“Yes, that’s why you’re bleeding everywhere.” Vander trusted his brother to know his own fitness. In the field, they’d had to learn to gauge their injuries and push through.
He picked up the pace, but soon heard shouts and the sound of running footsteps.
“Dammit.” He stopped, pressing them back against the wall.
The guards came into view. Vander fired.
Two went down. He winged a third, and a fourth dove and rolled out of range.
Vander kept firing.
The gun clicked on empty. He stepped in front of Rhys.
One guard rose. His gaze locked on Vander. He had a bald head and a cobra tattoo on his arm.
Shit. It was the fucker from earlier in the cell—Rocco. His nose was swollen and he had tape over the bridge of it.
The guy grinned and raised a gun.
He fired at the exact same time Vander moved.
He felt a burn on his left arm, pain tearing through him. He rolled and came up on his feet. In a seamless move, he leaped and slid forward, feet first. He swept the guy’s legs out from under him.
