Page 62 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
I cry, begging him and trying to lean back, but River’s voice covers my whimpers when he threatens Pierce.
“Don’t touch her! If you fucking touch her again, I’ll kill you.” His voice is rage filled but that makes my ex laugh hysterically.
“Oh really? You’ll kill me? That’s hilarious. Open your mouth, bitch!” He’s about to step closer and that’s when I act: I lift my leg and try to put all my weight in it when my foot comes into contact with his crotch.
I lose my balance and my chair comes crashing down on the floor, I hit the side of my head so hard that for a second I lose my vision when there’s a flash of searing white pain in front of my eyes. But Pierce is on the floor, screaming in pain and holding his crotch with both hands.
Take that, motherfucker! Now I bet you fucking wish I wasn’t an ex-cheerleader and ballerina! Pride surges through me that I did at least some damage.
I know I don’t have long before he gets back on his feet, so I struggle to get back on mine and kick his knife as far away as possible. I’m still tied to the chair, the only thing I can do is kick his head until he hopefully loses consciousness. I bring my foot back, ready to strike, when a loud thud erupts into the boathouse as the front and back door get rammed down and the noise of heavy boots running toward me makes me turn my head.
A myriad of bright flashlights flood the dimly lit room with white, blinding lights before I hear a commanding voice shout:
“FBI! Freeze and drop your weapons!”
