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I’m shit out of luck for a weapon right now.
Guess I’m about to find out what all the hours I’ve spent training with Nikki Lockhart have taught me.
My eyes flicker back and forth between both men. The shorter one will reach me first. Different scenarios and outcomes run through my mind. I have many options, but only seconds to form a plan. I’m banking on them both thinking I’m easy prey because I’m a woman.
I won’t be.
I may not be the tallest or toughest female in the department, but I’m far from being the weakest. I’m in the best shape I’ve ever been in.
They don’t know that. No way they could.
I force my body to relax, even though it’s screaming to tense as these two thugs close in on me. When Shorty is close enough, I drop my ass, bend my knees and spring upward as I kick my foot and leg out directly in the path of his knee. My foot lands on the mark, making him scream in pain and drop to the floor.
“What the—”
His brother is cut off when I throw my body—all one hundred and thirty-one pounds—into him, knocking him back. But before I’m able to push myself off, his hands grab me around my biceps, squeezing tight.
“You little bitch,” he spits in my face before tossing me backward where I fall, landing on my backside.
“Guess the cop is a little tougher than you thought, huh?” I probably shouldn’t be goading either of these men. They obviously aren’t the friendly type. But hell, they came into my home, threatening to take my baby. They are lucky I don’t have a gun. If I did, both might just be dead.
They will not take Gabe while I’m breathing.
“My leg.”
I glance at the other guy. He’s still on the floor a few feet away, holding his kneecap with both hands.
“Suck it the fuck up and get up,” his brother yells.
I take the opportunity to jump to my feet and then take a step back, gaining a little distance between us
“I can’t. She broke my leg. That bitch broke my fucking leg.”
He’s damn near in tears, making me feel victorious. His leg isn’t broken. At least I don’t think it is, but I’d bet money his kneecap is dislocated.
“You need some titty milk to help dry up those tears, ya baby?” I can’t help myself.
My laughter quickly evaporates when my attacker lunges for me. I side jump, getting out of his path, then I’m able to get behind him where I quickly hop onto his back. Being quick, I wrap my legs around his waist and punch my fist into his ear. I can’t allow him to gain his bearing back if I’m going to pull off this move.
He stumbles back, but I wrap one arm around his neck, attempting a rear naked choke, then grab ahold of my bicep with my hand. I’ve never tried this. It’s an advanced move that Nikki hasn’t taught me how to execute properly, but I’ve seen Jase Teller do it many times. I’m praying watching him was enough.
I just need him out long enough to allow me time to get to one of my guns.
I may not actually kill either of these men. I’m a cop after all. But they will be limping out of here in handcuffs—or cuffed and rolled out on a stretcher.
He goes down to one knee. I think it’s working so I tighten my grip, squeezing as much as I can.
It’s too quiet. The only sounds in the room are coming from my strained breaths and my assailants winding down.
The other brother is a wuss, so I’m not too worried about him. I’ll deal with him when I’m done with this one if he wants to try something.
He’ll regret it if he does.
A few seconds later the body I’m wrapped around goes limp.
I did it. I actually did it.
Go me!
