Page 3 of Bodyguard Wolf Shifter
I was in trouble, but I didn't want to be a defenseless woman in desperate need of rescuing.
Reaching down deep, I finally made a conscious decision to fight back. An elbow struck with every ounce of energy I could muster. The bigger of the two behind me exhaled with a loud grunt of discomfort.
I bolted but I didn't make it any further than a couple of feet before a pair of strong hands circled my waist. He spun me around until I was a little disoriented. My side slamming into the light post made me lose my balance until I was sprawled out at an awkward angle on the pavement.
My hands were outstretched in a defensive posture with my eyes closed.
"Sarah, that was very stupid. It appears somebody needs to learn a lesson in manners," the voice threatened with a lighthearted snicker to make it seem like it was some sort of joke.
They were the only ones laughing at my expense.
"Some people can't take a hint," the other one answered with his voice a little higher.
I heard the click and knew without a shadow of a doubt my number was up. My attention to detail was uncanny. It helped that I had spent a fair amount of time at the shooting range.
I waited for the inevitable bullet with my name on it.
One of them screamed and the gun went off. There was no feeling of hot lead entering my body. It wasn't like I could move when I had this stabbing pain in my side. It didn't feel like anything was broken but I wasn't a doctor.
Something clicked next to my head.
Opening my eyes revealed the gun with the smoking barrel.
A man wearing a green army jacket knelt next to me with his hand extended. He had the most amazing blue eyes. The jacket did nothing to retract from his muscular torso. He was quite tall and imposing, but his smile was disarming.
He gently lifted me to my feet while I used the other hand to massage my ribs on the left side.
A black ominous car sped by and turned quickly in the street before fishtailing in an effort to get away from the scene of the crime.
I reached out and touched his cheek where there was a small scar under his left eye. He flinched when I ran my index finger over the crescent shape. My hand lingered on his chest with my fingers kneading the muscle.
To say that I swooned would be a vast understatement.
He was saying something, but I couldn't concentrate when his eyes stared into my very soul. My mouth opened but the pain flashed through me.
The last thing I remembered was his strong arms holding me. It was the first time in a long time I had felt safe. He was a complete stranger and yet there was a familiarity I couldn't shake. It felt like I had known him for years.
CHAPTER 2
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FLEX
My upper lip quivered when the needle pierced my skin. Nobody was around to see my handiwork. A couple of shots of tequila made it easier to perform the necessary procedure to close the wound.
The knife had cut pretty deeply, but I still had full control over my digits.
She passed out before I could give her my name.
A few more stitches and I was as good as new.
I ripped open a bandage and discarded the packaging into the nearest waste basket next to the toilet.
The blue porcelain was a throwback to a different era.
I stood there and looked at my reflection staring back at me from the mirror.
Hearing her name from one of her assailants proofed it was by chance they attacked her.
