Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,44

All she had to do was keep him talking until the Deltas arrived to save them. She’d only resort to shooting Dash’s gun if the situation got worse.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Dash’s legs twitch. He rocked from side to side, gaining momentum. His arms were still useless, but his legs were just beginning to move

Sunny couldn’t count on Dash’s help in his current condition. She’d just have to figure her way out of this mess and save her Delta at the same time.

“Boss, there’s headlights behind us,” the driver called out.

“Ignore them and keep going. We meet up with our transfer six kilometers from the base. They’re heavily armed.

“Boss,” the driver said, “they’re almost on us.”

“They won’t do anything to jeopardize Miss Daye.” Housman leveled his gun on Sunny. “Keep moving. There’s one million dollars waiting for us if we get her there alive.”

Headlights flashed in the window to Sunny’s left as a vehicle passed. Machine gun fire erupted, loud and insistent.

The motorcoach swerved, throwing Sunny and Housman across the room. She landed on her hands and knees, the gun in her waistband popping out and skittering across the floor, out of her reach.

Damn. Her only method of protecting herself and Dash was too far for her to dive for. Or could she?

“Don’t even think about it.” Housman was on his feet again, holding onto the cabinet beside his head with one hand and his gun in the other. “If you make a move toward that gun, I’ll shoot your lover.”

Sunny grabbed the seat next to her and pulled herself to a standing position, placing her body in front of Dash’s.

Another burst of machine gun fire sounded on the other side of the coach.

Again, the motorhome swerved.

Sunny held onto the chair, refusing to go down again.

Housman was equally successful remaining upright.

The motorhome slowed, making a horrible sound like metal on concrete.

“Why are you slowing?” Housman yelled.

“Both front tires have been destroyed. This bus won’t go any farther.”

“Make it go. We can limp along on the bare wheels if we have to.”

“Not in a crate this size.”

“No,” Housman shouted, “we can’t give up now.” His face creased in an evil sneer. “It’s my money. I’ll deliver her one way or another.”

As the coach came to a squealing halt on the road, Housman lurched toward Sunny.

She backed away a few steps, until her foot bumped the gun she’d dropped.

“I wouldn’t reach for that. As soon as you do, I’ll put a bullet through Hayes’s head,” Housman warned.

“All this for money?” Sunny asked. “Is it worth it?”

“When I’m sitting on a beach in Tahiti, sipping Mai Tai’s, it’ll be worth it. Until then, you’re a damned pain in my ass.” He reached for her.

She jerked backward.

His hand grabbed a hunk of her hair, and he yanked her toward him.

As he did, she kicked the gun backward, toward Dash’s hand and prayed.

Now would be a good time for him to recover use of his arms, especially his shooting arm.

Chapter 12

The whole time Sunny argued with Housman, Dash was working the numbness out of his arms and legs. He still didn’t have full use of them, but he might have enough.

When the motorhome swerved, he was able to turn his head in the direction of Housman. When the contractor grabbed Sunny’s hair, and she kicked the handgun toward Dash, he managed to close his fingers around the grip. With every ounce of strength and concentration, he focused on lifting his arm enough to aim the weapon.

The problem was that Sunny was now in the line of fire. He couldn’t shoot without taking the chance of hitting her. With his body still semi-immobile, he couldn’t just shift his position. He had to wait for an opportunity. In the meantime, he couldn’t let Housman see that he’d snagged the gun.

He slid the weapon beneath his leg and waited for Housman’s next move.

It wasn’t long before he made it. He pulled Sunny’s head backward and snarled in her ear, “Not only are you my retirement account, you’re my ticket out of here.”

“I’m not going with you,” she said.

“If you want Hayes to live, you will.” He pointed his gun at Dash, pushing Sunny through the motorhome toward him and the door he lay in front of.

All Dash had to do was wait for Houseman to push Sunny past him, and he’d have him in his sights.

“Hey,” the driver said, “I’m coming with you.”

“You’ll have to get behind me. Miss Daye is my