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As the woman holding me loosened her arms, deeming the threat as over, I pushed my body back, remembering in vivid detail all of the training sessions I partook in with my guys. The back of my head rammed into her face, and she let out an anguished cry, dropping her knife.
In the span of seconds, I had the knife picked up and pressed to her throat. A strange sound emitted from the back of her throat, a combination of amusement and horror, as I dug the keen tip into her fleshy neck.
To the strange men - and from their bulkier builds, I determined they were, in fact, men - I said, “Lower your fucking weapons.”
They resisted, at first, eyes flaring defiantly. From this angle, I could see that they were older, probably in their mid-thirties. Their gazes flickered from me, to the knife, and then to the woman I was holding. As one, they dropped their weapons to the ground.
Asher and Tamson immediately picked them up, aiming them at the two men’s heads.
“Funny how the tides change, isn’t it?” I whispered darkly into the bitch’s ear. She growled in response.
Yes, funny indeed.
