Page 32 of Fatality

I almost choke on my drink.

Damn, she actually did it.

My smile widens, I've seen a lot of shit.

People getting into fights, heads cut off or skulls caved in. But I've never seen an Upper act like... Well.

Not an Upper.

I shift my stance and instinctively take a step forward, but then she runs.

Cute.

At least she's not stupid enough to go one-on-one with that fucker.

Then, completely out of nowhere—for him, for me, maybe even for her—she throws the bottle of water she'd been holding, then her shoes.

Her fucking shoes.

I shake my head in disbelief, it's a bold move, unpredictable, and it can work.

She manages to hit him right across the nose a second time, the man grunts as she runs.

There she is, running straight toward me, barefoot.

Her dress barely contains her breasts, leaving just enough to the imagination.

I grin.

Obviously, she's going to ask me for help.

I'll cave his fucking skull in.

Would be good for my nerves, would've been a decent end to my night.

And I'll probably get the girl, too.

Win-win.

She gets saved, I get to beat the shit out of a bastard... And get the girl.

“Fucking bitch!” he screams. “You desperate cunt!”

“Fuck you, motherfucker!” she yells over her shoulder.

Our eyes lock for a split second.

This is it, she's going to ask me.

A guy like me? Why wouldn't she?

She's barefoot, helpless, she might need a ride. Who knows?

I look dangerous. I am dangerous so I could protect her easily.

But then she turns her head and runs right past me.

One eyebrow lift, I turn to watch her disappear.