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"Think about what you're saying, Alex," I said softly. "Think hard."
He laughed, the sound making me nauseous.
"Trust me." He gripped himself through his jeans. "I'm hard. I've been hard for you for a long time."
I wanted to do more than slice him, but I counted everyone behind him. He had around twenty people here.
There was no way for me. There was no way.
I could slice a few, but he'd grab me before I got inside the Jeep. I'd have to run out to the land around his place. There were trees, but unlike Jordan's, there was a whole lot of open land.
They would hunt me down. It was a matter of time.
They would beat me. Maybe rape me. Maybe worse.
This was Roussou. The shimmer of danger wasn't an illusion. I had stepped right into the thick of it.
"My phone is on." I pulled it out with my free hand and dialed 9-1-1. "They're coming, and I know enough people who listen to the radio. My brother is probably being notified as I speak, so it'll be his crew coming too. Not just mine." I locked eyes with a few of his members. Some were hostile. Some were cautious. A couple seemed fearful. I stared hard at them. "Something happens to me, you know what will happen to you. Blood for blood."
I knew that would hit hard with some of Alex's crew. They didn't all look wasted.
One gulped. Another hardened his expression, but I still saw the fear there, just under the surface.
Everything I'd said was true.
I had called 9-1-1. They would ping my location. Someone would hear the dispatch, and my brother would get a call. He'd call his crew, then mine, and all of them would descend on this place.
I hoped whatever damage they did to me would be worth it, because I had my guys coming.
I looked at Alex again, holding my breath.
He snarled, his hands balling into fists. "Then let's stop wasting time."
Alex lunged for me.
Still holding the knife in my hand, I palmed it so it lay flat, reached behind me to grab the edge of the Jeep door, and flung myself backward. I kicked under Alex's head as my legs went up and over, and I rolled to my feet on the top of my Jeep. From there I kicked and swung with my knife until I was too surrounded. I felt some guys climbing up on the back of my Jeep, moving toward me, and as they reached for my legs, I embedded my knife in one of their arms. The guy screamed, falling back, and I fell on my hip, jutting my feet out again to kick at the other guy. I connected with his nose, hearing a crunching sound, but it was too late.
The other guy still had my knife in his arm, and I felt hands scoop me up from behind.
Someone pulled me off the car and then let go.
I fell to the ground, landing on my side on top of a rock.
I grunted from the pain, and though it blinded me for a moment, I reached underneath me and grabbed the rock.
"Enough!" I heard Alex roar.
Two guys reached down for me. I brought the rock up, smashing one in the head and bringing my elbow back into the other's face.
A fist hit me in the side, and I doubled over again.
I felt tears coating my face, tasted my blood mixing with them, but I wasn't stopping. I wouldn't, not until I was put down. If I could move, I could fight.
"Stay down, bitch!" Alex growled.
The group surged back at his words, leaving me alone.
I looked up, panting. Holding my side, I winced as I felt a rib broken. "You fucker."
