A sob escaped her.
She broke.
Losing her sister, being hurt, everything she’d been through…she’d been strong for so long. Her legs gave way, and I caught her and hauled her close.
“Nash,” she sobbed. “You should tell me to go.” Tears ran down her cheeks. “You don’t need my troubles.”
“Shh.” I nodded at the guys and they dispersed.
Lifting her, I carried her to Bastian’s couch. I sat and settled her on my lap.
“I’mneverletting you go,” I told her.
She buried her face in my neck and cried. Gut-wrenching, painful sobs, like her heart was broken.
I’d give anything to stop those tears.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s going to be okay.” I’d make it okay. Snyder was a dead man walking. “Cry. Let it all out. I’m here.”
Her body shook as she wept, and I felt every bit of her grief and pain.
Finally, the tears slowed down. I rubbed my hand up and down her back. The crying stopped. I stroked her hair, and eventually, ever so slowly, she relaxed.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“You never have to be sorry for feeling, Georgie.”
She pressed her face to my neck again.
“You’ve been holding a lot in.” I felt damn glad she felt safe enough with me to let it all go. I rose, holding her securely in my arms.
Bastian appeared. “Get her to bed. She needs some sleep.”
I nodded. “We’ll meet tomorrow.” I glanced at the now empty TV. “And plan exactly how and where we’re going to take Snyder down. We can’t wait any longer.”
Bastian nodded. “We’ll all be there.”
I’d prefer Georgie not be involved, but I knew that she needed this. She needed to avenge her sister, and help stop any more women from getting hurt.
I carried her to the elevator.
She stirred. “I can walk.”
“I don’t care. I’m carrying you.”
Soon, I was letting us into my villa. Darkness and shadows filled the space, and I didn’t turn any lights on.
I set her down in my bedroom, just the dappled silver light coming through the window. I found one of my T-shirts, and like a robot, she shed her clothes. I pulled my shirt over her head.
“Go brush your teeth.”
She didn’t take long. She came back with her face clean and smelling minty fresh. She crawled into the bed. I leaned over and stroked her hair, then straightened to leave.
Her hand grabbed mine. “Nash… Please. Stay.”
Damn. I couldn’t say no to her.
I stripped my shirt and jeans off, leaving my boxer briefs on. I slid into the bed beside her, and pulled the covers over us.
