NATE’S POV
The rain was a roar now. It pounded against the pavement, drowning out the thunder in my chest.
All I could think about were her eyes wide, terrified, and full of tears as they dragged her away from me.
I should’ve fought harder.
My fists were already bruised. Blood poured from my lip. I didn’t care. I’d landed a jab square to one guy’s jaw, but another slammed into my side. A punch cracked against my temple, and I staggered.
But I didn’t stop.
I fought until they shoved me to the ground and a boot pressed to my back.
Then I heard it… a gun cocking.
I rolled.
Snatched the weapon from the man nearest to me and fired a shot into the air.
“DON’T TAKE ANOTHER FUCKING STEP!” I roared.
They froze for a second.
Then a shot cracked through the storm, grazing my shoulder. Pain tore through me like fire.
“Shit!”
I fired back instantly, letting the bullets fly, unfocused, frantic. That was my mistake. Another guy tackled me from behind, slamming me into the ground. I fell
