Chapter 34: Help!
One of the men turned back toward the building, disappearing inside. The other, the one who had been on the phone, stepped toward the driver’s side, his back momentarily turned.
Now.
Cielle moved.
She slid out from under the car, her fingers curling around a discarded metal pole on the pavement. Every ounce of frustration, every unspoken retort, every lingering shred of anger at Salvatore boiled inside her. She gritted her teeth, steadying her grip.
The man shifted, sensing movement. Turning just as Cielle swung the pole.
The metal connected with a sickening c***k against his temple. His body twisted with the force of the blow, stumbling sideways into the SUV. A groan slipped from his lips, and for a split second, his hand reached for his waistband—where she knew a
