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I wasn’t dying today.
I rolled my shoulders back with a grin as the sound of his switchblade popped out. A knife fight, I snickered.
I was losing it.
I closed my eyes and counted to three.
One.
Two.
Three.
My eyes opened into the void.
Pure blackness.
I heard his first step before I saw it coming, and in one quick movement, my hand fished under my dress slit.
His second stride came, and my fingers twirled my blade into my palm.
Ready, I watched his towering and bulky figure launch my way. Quickly, I ducked and slipped away from his blade. But he twisted rapidly with one foot in the air. Arching my body forward, I eased his kick on my back from striking me at full force. I staggered and glanced over to the locked door.
The man slammed me with an impact that knocked me to the ground.
I groaned when my hands failed to keep my face from hitting the tile floor.
“Katia?” Lucca’s muffled voice shook the pain away.
“LUCCA!”
Thump.
I gasped in agony at the blazing shock wave that exploded through my face. A full-on collision against the tile by the powerful hands of a man. I tried fighting the compressing weight of his body, but it was useless. My strength compared to his was non-existent in such a position.
Thump.
The taste of metal flooded my tongue, and I cried out against the solid floor after the second impact. But he didn’t let go. Instead, he harshly shoved the left side of my face deeper into the ground.
I fought through the fatigue, the torture, and his weight, but his violent hands never swayed.
“You bitch!” he said angrily, knowing there was no other way he would leave this room but as a corpse after I’d called out for Lucca. “You will pay for—”
I couldn’t care less.
Using his brief speech to my advantage, I curled my finger tightly around my push dagger, and drove it into his thigh.
Curses and groans filled the room, and I repeatedly rammed my blade into his leg, knowing each time I pulled it out, the deeper damage I left behind. His weight shifted from his flesh tearing, and I rolled out of his hold.
The scorching burn from my beaten face fueled me with violent madness. And as I watched him finally see me as the threat I was, I vowed to send him to hell myself so he could feel real fire.
But the coward dropped his knife as he reached behind his waist.
I couldn’t allow him to retrieve his gun. If I did, I was as good as dead.
I ran up to him the same moment his gun appeared in my view. My dagger flew, and the gun clattered on the floor along with my blade.
His hand bled and he took a step back. However, the blood from his leg had pooled across the floor, causing him to slip down hard onto the ground.
