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“It’s called strategy, asshole.” He draws a knife from his hip, pressing it against her neck. A thin line of red blood trickles down her chest. “You take one more step, and I’ll slit her throat.” The woman screams at his threat, wiggling harder against him to get away and, as a result, presses the knife harder against her flesh.
“Stay still,” I coach her. “This will all be over soon.”
I pause, carefully assessing the situation before devising a plan. I can’t risk making a hasty move and endangering the woman’s life. My mind races, searching for any possible advantage to turn the tables in my favor.
“You don’t want to do this,” I say, my voice steady and calm. “Let her go, and we can resolve this peacefully.”
The man laughs, a cold, chilling sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Peaceful resolution? You think you can negotiate your way out of this?” He tightens his grip on the woman, causing her to whimper in pain. “You’re the one who inserted yourself into this. There’s no negotiation for you or her.”
My heart pounds in my chest as I weigh my options. There is no room for error here—one wrong move could cost us both our lives. But I refuse to let fear paralyze me. I’ve been in tight spots before, and I’ve always found a way out.
With a deep breath, I tighten my fists and take a step forward, ignoring the sharp blade pressed against the woman’s throat. “You’re outnumbered now,” I say with a steely determination. “Put down the knife and surrender peacefully.”
The man’s eyes flicker with uncertainty for a moment, but he quickly regains his composure. “You’re bluffing,” he sneers, his voice dripping with arrogance. “You wouldn’t risk her life.”
In that split second, I know what I have to do. I have to show him I’m willing to take that risk. As much as it pains me even to consider it, I can’t afford to back down now.
Without hesitation, I charge toward them with an explosive burst of speed and strength. In one fluid motion, I knock the knife out of the man’s hand and grab hold of his wrist. The woman gasps in relief as I twist his arm behind his back, forcing him to his knees.
“Now it’s your turn to beg for mercy,” I growl, my voice dripping with venom. I apply just enough pressure to make him wince in pain but not enough to break his arm. The other men lie unconscious nearby, their bodies scattered across the ground like discarded rag dolls.
Tears stream down the woman’s face as she watches the scene unfold before her eyes. Her voice trembles as she speaks, “Thank you... thank you for saving me.”
I release the man’s arm and turn toward her, softening my expression. “You’re safe now,” I assure her. “But you need to leave. Now. Can you walk?”
She nods weakly.
“Go back to the resort. Wait for me there.”
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes filled with fear and uncertainty. “But what if they come after me again? What if they find me?”
A surge of protectiveness washes over me as I gently place my hand on her shoulder. “I won’t let that happen,” I promise. “I’ll make sure you’re safe. Trust me.”
With a deep breath, she nods once more and starts to move away from the scene, her steps shaky and unsteady. I watch her until she disappears into the shadows, knowing our paths will cross again soon.
Turning my attention back to the man at my feet, I grab him by the collar and pull him up, forcing him to look into my eyes.
“You have no idea what you just messed with,” he growls. “My boss will kill you.”
I smirk, tightening my grip on his collar. “Your boss? Well, I’m eager to meet him,” I reply, my voice laced with confidence. “But first, you’re going to tell me everything I need to know.”
His eyes widen in a mix of fear and defiance. He opens his mouth to speak, but I interrupt him with a swift punch to the jaw, silencing him. Blood trickles from his split lip as he staggers backward, clutching his face.
“Start talking,” I demand, my voice low and threatening. “Tell me who sent you and why you targeted that woman.”
He spits out blood, a mocking grin forming on his bloodied lips. “You think I’ll tell you anything? You’re a dead man walking.”
I grab him by the throat, my fingers pressing against his windpipe. “Wrong move,” I growl, my tone deadly. “You see, I have a talent for making people talk. And trust me when I say you don’t want me to get creative.”
His face turns red as he gasps for air, desperation etched in his eyes. His resolve crumbles as he realizes the severity of the situation.
“Okay... okay!” He wheezes between breaths. “My boss works with a… a biker gang. They... sell… women. We procure them... for the club.”
Fuck, this just got a lot more complicated. It’s bad enough V found them talking to Ace. Working with him and his club to traffic women makes this even worse.
“Who’s your boss?” I demand, my grip tightening even further. “I need a fucking name.”
“I… I can’t tell you,” he stammers, fear evident in his voice.
I lean in closer, my eyes burning into his. “You can’t, or you won’t?”
He hesitates, his gaze flickering around nervously before settling on me. “His name... his name is Terrance.”
The name sends warning bells going off in my head. It can’t be the one I’m thinking of, can it? Could her husband be involved with Ace?
“Last name?” I order.
“Roberts. Terrance Roberts.”
Fuck.
