Page 93 of Burn the World Down

I pointed, and Georgie and I moved past the Ferrari, using it for cover. She was staying right behind me.

Come on, Snyder.

I heard a squeak of a shoe on the polished concrete and spun.

A russet-haired security guard leaped at us from behind a Mercedes SUV.

Georgie cried out. He rammed her into the next car, then kicked at me.

My SIG went flying and skidded under another car.

Fuck. I lunged at the guy.

My first punch hit his gut, the second his chest. He fell back with a yowl.

But he wasn’t a quitter.

He lowered a shoulder and charged at me.

He hit me hard, and my body slammed into a car behind me. Pain radiated up my back but I ignored it. When he swung atmy face, I ducked, then landed a double punch into his gut, and shoved him off me.

We spun, and I sent his body flying against another car. A car alarm started blaring.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and got him in a headlock. I pulled back, cutting off his air. He choked, grabbing desperately at my arm.

Gritting my teeth, I held on.

Georgie was watching. Her gaze was steady, no fear or panic on her face. She watched as I choked the guy into unconsciousness. He sagged and I dropped him.

“We have to find Snyder,” she said.

I scanned the cars. “He’s here.”

My gun was gone, but I knelt down and grabbed the guard’s. I checked it, and then we moved down the line of vehicles.

I was proud of Georgie. She was focused, determined, brave. So damn brave.

I loved her.

Damn, of course I loved her. I’d loved her since she was a teenager. Every fierce, sweet, and vulnerable inch of her.

I’d spend the rest of my life loving her, working to deserve her.

I heard a noise and we both swiveled. Something was rolling on the floor. Crouching, I took a step closer.

Georgie turned, her eyes widening. She was looking in the opposite direction to the noise.

“Nash!”

I sensed someone behind me…a second too late.

Something hard slammed into my head.

Pain cut through me like a shockwave.

My vision turned to black splotches and I staggered. I couldn’t go down. I couldn’t leave Georgie alone and undefended.

Another blow cracked into my skull.