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I’m hungry and frustrated. My entire life’s gone up in flames. I miss my family despite their betrayal.
Suddenly, riling these men up feels so much better than wallowing in my grief.
My elbow juts out, connecting with Garcia’s neck.
A gasp escapes him as he stumbles back.
His hold on me loosens. Taking advantage, I lay a back kick against his gut. He lets out a pitiful sound and drops to his knees.
Chairs are upturned as shouts rise over me.
“How dare you touch him?” someone bellows.
“How dare you hurt one of us?” growls another.
Within seconds, I’m surrounded by at least a dozen men.
My heart is racing at the threat. There’s no way I can win against them all but I don’t care anymore. I need to fight. I need to feel pain. It’s the only way to chase away the numbness that’s settled deep inside my heart.
Red covers my vision. Rage builds inside me.
I’m ready for them when they come at me together.
My body moves fluidly as I avoid their kicks and punches, landing my own blows at them. I’m much smaller than them and that allows me to bend and kneel in the tightly confined spaces between their bodies.
I win against them during the first couple of minutes but it’s not long before exhaustion creeps up my muscles. Still, I continue fighting them.
Soon, my breaths turn erratic as I struggle to draw in air.
The men take advantage of my slowing moves.
A heavy fist lands at my side, knocking the breath out of me. I feel winded and my knee hits the floor.
“We’ve got her,” Garcia growls, catching a fistful of my hair. He yanks on the strands, forcing me to get to my feet.
“Apologize, bitch,” he hisses in my ear.
“For what?” I say with a scoff. “You pieces-of-shit are nothing but losers.”
“How fucking dare you!” he bellows in my ear.
A chuckle escapes me as I stare at the outraged expressions on the men before me. It feels good to see them riled up like this. My stomach hurts from the force of his punch. Surprisingly, the pain feels good too.
Anything that keeps me from thinking about my family feels good.
I’m pushed to the floor. Someone takes advantage and throws a kick at the same spot where I’m hurt.
My body curls up on the floor.
Several other shoes kick at me.
“You work for us,” I hear them saying. “You’re not part of the pack. You’re an outsider who’s an enemy to the pack. How dare you hurt one of us? How dare you insult one of us?”
Their kicks hurt so bad that everything else is obliterated from my mind.
“She needs a lesson she’ll never forget,” I hear Garcia’s voice over the shouts.
He yanks on my hair and uses it to haul me to my unsteady feet. I’m about to hurl a curse but all my words die on my tongue when I see a flash of metal. He’s holding a dagger with a curved tip close to my face.
