Suddenly, Austin recalled his training in college when he’d taken kickboxing lessons. Although he hadn’t tried this for years, this was the only way to take Derek down. He’d once been the best at a back-spin kick. He hoped he hadn’t forgotten…
Pivot on the right leg. Kick with left leg. Whip head around toward target.
Focus… Focus…
Austin jumped into action, putting all of his energy into it. His leg connected with the back of Derek’s legs. The man cried out in pain, and crumbled to the ground. The gun fell from his grasp. Austin regained his balance and kicked the gun farther away. Brittany rolled just enough to pick up her gun. She pointed it at Derek.
In the distance, sirens wailed through the streets. Austin wanted to sigh with relief, but Brittany was still shot and bleeding profusely. He dropped to his knees beside her, yanking off his suit jacket. He wadded it into a ball and pressed it against her side.
Weakly, she smiled at him. “I’m glad you arrived when you had, or I’d be—”
“Shhh…” He placed a finger to her lips. “Don’t talk. Save your energy. Help is on the way.”
Her arm shook, lowering the gun. He took it from her and aimed it at Derek. The man was still rolling on the ground in agony. At least Austin knew why Derek had done all of this. He hoped his former friend got the death penalty. Then again…death was too good for him. He deserved to be tortured for the rest of his days.
Gently, Austin wrapped an arm around Brittany. “You’re going to be all right.” Worry escalated as the color from her face disappeared, and her body grew weaker.
“Austin…I love you. I’m sorry we couldn’t…be together.”
“No!” he said in a commanding tone. “You are not going to die. Do you hear me? You will live through this, and I will take care of you.” His throat clogged with emotion, and he swallowed hard. “Brittany, look at me. My strength will give you strength. I can’t lose you. I won’t be able to live without you in my life. So if you give up, you’ll be ending my life, as well. Do you want that on your conscience?”
Her weak gaze met his and she smiled faintly. “When did…you take up…kickboxing?”
He chuckled lightly. “In college. Do you know how to do it, too?”
“Yes.”
“Then instead of arm wrestling, let’s do a round of kickboxing.”
Her smile stretched. “You’re on.”
