Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 10

“Come any closer and I’ll blow her brains out,” Cray yelled.

Brynn rolled her eyes.

“Get him, Garcia,” Cray ordered.

Garcia hesitated. She didn’t blame him.

“Garcia!” Cray barked.

The man rushed at Vander, holding his knife up.

Vander moved so fast, it was all a blur. The next second, Garcia let out a pained grunt. Vander disarmed him, spun him around, and pressed the knife to the base of his skull.

“Move,” Vander said, “and I’ll slide this blade into your brain stem.”

Garcia made a panicked sound.

“Alive, Vander,” Brynn said.

His dark gaze met hers. Then he rammed the hilt of the knife into the side of Garcia’s head. The man dropped.

“Don’t move or she’s dead.” Cray swallowed. “I mean it.”

Vander looked at her again. She smiled. She trusted him in every way. She nodded. Do it.

His arm moved.

She didn’t even see the knife leave his hand. Suddenly, Cray screamed and staggered backward. His gun clattered on the concrete.

In a flash, Vander was on Cray.

Behind her, she heard the thud of fists.

“Vander.” Brynn fought her bindings. “Don’t kill him.”

There was no response.

“Vander, I need you.”

An instant later, her husband crouched in front of her.

He quickly untied her bindings, then she was yanked off the chair and lifted into his arms.

She clung to him. He was all hard muscle, not any give in him, but he made her feel safe. She glanced over his shoulder and saw Cray.

The man was writhing on the ground, the knife buried in his eye.

“You threw a knife in his eye?”

“I didn’t kill him. I angled it down, so it wouldn’t hit his brain.”

Her husband. So considerate.

Then she felt a faint tremble in his powerful body.

She slid her hands up his tense back. “I’m fine. I knew you’d come.”

His arms tightened on her until it was hard to breathe.