He never got a chance to finish the sentence. Oriyanna drew her Glock on him, reached up and grabbed him by the throat with far more strength than should have been possible for a girl of her size. The man let out a surprised cry of fear as she slammed him against the side of his car. This wasn't her usual style, but time was short and they needed some new wheels.
“Don't move!” she shouted, pinning him against the driver's door and fixing the gun to his forehead. The woman had already clambered inside the 4x4 and she started screaming; thankfully the door was closed, muffling her cries. With her hand on his neck and the gun pointed in the general direction of his brains, Oriyanna stared directly into his eyes. The moment she had him, she let the gun fall to her side. She hated showing aggr
