“You have a knife.”
He tossed something on the ground before her. “Now you have one too. Drop the gun. If I have to tell you again, I’ll slit his pretty pale throat.”
She put her gun on safe and crouched to toss it to the ground. Then she kicked it behind her. Away from Victor.
“Better.” He tossed Christian aside. “Don’t move, boy. I let you live because you took care of the dogs. Don’t ruin our friendship.”
Christian froze like a statue, clutching at his neck. He didn’t move, his blood trickling over his fingers to the ground.
“You’ll pay for that,” Jane promised. She picked up the knife, testing its weight. Then she tossed it near her gun and drew her own from an ankle sheath.
“Nice.” Victor smiled with approval. “Well, girl? Come give my knife a kiss.”
She laughed at him, not showing the fear he was probably used to. “I doubt you know what to do with that unless your prey is tied up and vulnerable. But with someone who’s faster than you? I’m going to make you bleed,boy.”
Something she said set himoff.
He rushed her like an angry boar, roaring and swinging.
Had she been slower, he might have ended her then and there. But Jane had been battling large men her entire life.
She ducked, grabbed a handful of dirt, and tossed it at his face. Before he could get close again, she stabbed low, slicing into his calf.
He screamed and slashed at her.
She ducked. Rolled. Returned to hit his Achilles and opened herself to a hit to bring him in.
Ready for the knife that glanced off her vest, she bounced up and turned her knife hand upside down. Then she clocked him hard, under his chin.
His jaw clacked. Victor groaned and tottered on his feet. Jane rushed to shove him off balance.
But the giant wouldn’t stay down. He rolled and vaulted to his feet once more.
“I’ll kill you,” came out garbled, bloody spittle flying from his mouth, where he must have bitten his tongue.
He dove for her, and she moved to counter.
It would hurt, but she would take him out.
Except a bulldozer smashed into her, knocking her out of the way.
Crap. A second attacker.
Shots rang out.
Christian screamed, but Jane couldn’t see, because the heavy weight on top of her refused to move.
She stabbed upward, intending to gut her attacker.
But her freakishly fast, gigantic opponent shifted just in time, and she only nicked his abdomen.
His weight grew heavier.
She was in a bad spot, and they both knew it.
She had only one last chance if she wanted to save Christian and herself. She shifted her hold on the knife.
Chapter 52
