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Instead, when he heard me start breathing again, he tucked his gun in the back of his pants and put up his dukes like a boxer.
“GET UP!” he yelled. “GET UP AND FIGHT!”
I almost laughed.
I’d just had a motorcycle accident, got my balls punched (fucking BITCH), fallen ten feet onto the ground, got all the wind knocked out of me, not to mention that I just got fuckin’ SHOT. I was in a world of pain, and the dumbass wanted me to get up and fight.
Even funnier than that, he wanted it to be a fair fight. He didn’t just want to stomp my head into pieces. Noooo, he wanted to give me a chance.
The best thing of all?
Challenging me to a fight was about the stupidest move he could have pulled, short of giving me his gun.
Jack, Jack, you stupid sonuvabitch – haven’t you learned anything from me, ever?
“Jack, no!” Fiona screamed. “Just finish him!”
She’s ten times smarter than YOU, Jackie boy.
Knocked flat on my back… balls, back, and chest aching…
But I still had one massive advantage.
Jack would never, ever cheat.
And that’s all I do.
This was going to be fun.
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Jack
Lou scrambled up to a kneeling position, one hand out beside him on the ground, propping him up.
“Okay, Boy Scout,” he sneered. “Let’s go.”
Suddenly he flung out the hand that had been on the ground. A cloud of sand and dirt showered my face, stinging my eyes.
Shit –
I was expecting him to tackle or punch me while I was blind, so I backed away as I wiped at my watering eyes – but I only heard him scrabbling up to a standing position.
I heard it before I saw it – the snick! of the switchblade as the blade flicked out.
“JACK, WATCH OUT!” Fiona screamed. “HE’S GOT A KNIFE!”
I saw the glint of steel just in time, and stepped back out of the way as it flashed past me.
Lou slashed the air again and again, advancing every time – and each time I backed up.
Fiona ran down the ramp.
I knew what she was doing – she was going for one of the guns – either Lou’s Colt, or the Glock I’d thrown away.
She was planning on finishing him to save me.
Lou knew it, too, because he tried to fake me out with a jab – and then he gave it his all, slashing at me hard.
