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He tried to pull down my jeans. Problem was, it wasn’t easy with one hand pointing a gun to my head and my body bent at the hips.
“Beg, bitch!” he demanded.
Really.
Enough was enough.
“Fuck you!” I shouted and then did a backwards head butt, catching him somewhere pointy, and I hoped it hurt because for me it hurt like hell.
I lifted up, taking him with me.
He tried to force me back and I started to go with him, but I got turned a bit and was wedged sideways against him and the car.
I struggled, managed to slide around front to front and got my hand on the gun.
Both our hands scrabbling for control of the gun, I put my ass on the car, forced my knees up, put my feet to his belly and pushed.
He went flying. I came off the car and jumped on top of him before he could recover.
Maybe I should have run, but I didn’t. I waswaytoo pissed off to run. He’d made my life a living hell and that’s all that was in my head. It was probably stupid but I didn’t really care. I straddled him, reared back a fist and slammed it into his face.
“Fucking bitch!” he snarled and brought up the gun, trying to point it at me.
I saw it, did a sideswipe, hit his forearm and the gun went flying.
“Motherfucker!” I shouted, my hands going to either side of his head. I lifted it up and cracked it against the cement.
I’d never cracked anyone’s head against cement and it caused a weird sensation that could only be described as a repulsive, but kickass rush.
I didn’t have to ask myself if I was a bad person. At that moment I just was.
My arm went back, cocked at the elbow to hit him in the face again, but he grabbed my wrist, bucked and rolled me over onto my back, him on top.
Hmm.
This was probablynotan advantageous position.
I had little time to muse on it because one second he was there, the next second he was flying through the air.
I blinked and looked up.
Mace was standing over me, looking down, face rock-hard. He must have ascertained I was okay because he moved around my body and advanced on Vince.
I laid there a beat, breathing hard and feeling weird as the sudden relief that I wasn’t alone tore through my body.
Okay, so I learned my lesson.
God didn’t deal with the piddly-ass stuff. God kicked in when shit was important.
Good to know.
I got up shaky and realized that not only were we not alone; we werereallynot alone.
People were forming from shadows. Darius came forward and so did Lee. Hank came from behind me. Willie Moses, the police officer that came to Eddie’s house what seemed ages ago, also materialized, this time, in plainclothes.
Eddie was also there. By the time I’d scanned the scene, he already had Vince cuffed and pressed against the hood of the car exactly as Vince had pressed me (except for obvious differences).
A squad car, driven by Willie’s partner Brian, swung in next to Vince’s car.
