But if I fired, he could get a shot off and kill Nash.
Emotions tangled in a knot around my throat.
I’m sorry, Viv. I can’t lose him.
I couldn’t let Snyder kill Nash.
I loved him.
I wanted to live. I wanted to be with Nash.
Love was scary, a risk. There was always a chance of loss, but it didn’t take away from the fact that love was worth every second.
I’m sorry I can’t get you justice, Viv.
I lowered the gun.
Snyder smirked at me and stepped over Nash. He came at me fast.
Shoving me against the car, he pressed his forearm against my throat. He pinned me there, cutting off my air. He lifted his gun and jammed the barrel against my temple. His face was an inch from mine.
“Ialwayswin. I always get what I want.”
My mouth flattened. I vowed that I would take him down.
But for now, I needed Nash safe.
My need for revenge was not worth his life.
Snyder pushed harder. I choked and grabbed at his arm. He smiled, enjoying my pain and panic.
Then he pulled back.
I coughed and rubbed my neck. That’s when I heard shouts.
We both turned. Men were entering the garage and my heart leaped. I recognized Bastian, Landon, and the others.
Snyder cursed.
More shouts, and I spotted several guards running through the cars, coming from the other direction. Gunfire filled the garage, echoing loudly.
“Dammit.” Snyder grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the fighting.
“Let me go.” I tried to jerk free.
“Oh no. I’m not having you pop up again and try to kill me.”
He stopped beside a low-slung, blue Lamborghini.
He opened the passenger door and shoved me inside. “Don’t move, or I’ll shoot the guy.” He slammed the door closed.
I pressed my hands to my knees, my fingers digging into my skin. Through the window, I saw Nash’s body on the floor.
He was so still.
Please be okay. Please.
Snyder slid into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and it roared to life.
