The Hero She Deserves - Page 75

They came to a stop, upside down, on the road. Her heart was racing, and she tried to calm herself.Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.She was hanging from her seat belt.

Deep breaths, Hols.She wasn’t hurt, although she was sure she’d have a few aches and pains later.

“Sawyer?”

There was no answer and panic filled her throat.

“Sawyer? Are you all right?”

No answer.

“Park?”

She craned her head and saw Sawyer dangling from his seat belt. There was blood on his head. No.No.

“Park?” There was no response, and when she looked over, the front passenger seat was empty.

God, where was he?She fiddled with her seatbelt and unfastened it. She fell down awkwardly, and righted herself.

Then she heard footsteps. She froze. It was the driver of the other car. They were coming.

Fear shot through her.

She glanced over and saw the other door to the backseat was cracked open. She slid across the seat, then nudged the door wider. She slid out and pressed her body against the side of the wrecked truck.

She had to help Sawyer.

As quietly as she could, she circled around the back of the truck. Crouching down, she carefully peered around.

The man walking toward the crashed truck was tall and lean. He had dark hair and a long face.

Gallant.

Her stomach contracted to a point. He was holding a gun.

“I just want the woman.” He crouched at the driver’s side and aimed the gun through the broken window.

Sawyer. She tensed. She had to do something.

“You don’t need to die too,” Gallant said.

No. No one was shooting her man. Fury exploded inside her. She was sick of being afraid and hunted.

And there was no way she was going to let Sawyer get killed.

She launched herself at the hitman.

Gallant’s head jerked up, but he had no time to react before she was on him. She hit and scratched him.

“You asshole! I won’t let you hurt him.”

He made a sound, and she scratched his cheek. She kept slapping at his head.

Suddenly, she was pulled off him.

And into Sawyer’s arms. Parker subdued the older man, forcing him down on his knees. He started zip tying Gallant’s wrists together.

“Gorgeous, we had it covered,” Sawyer said.