CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Alexa fell hard on the floor, crying out as pain lanced through her injured ribs.
She had no time for pain. Lashing out with her elbow, she managed to connect with the man who had fallen on her. She hit him in the hip, probably causing little pain, but the force was enough for him to half fall off of her and making him put one hand on the floor to steady himself.
That gave her enough time to turn over and see the man’s other hand held a knife. In a holster on his belt was a pistol.
It was not Drake. It was some other, bigger, man.
She grabbed his knife hand by the wrist and slammed a punch into his armpit. From her awkward angle she wasn’t able to get enough force to put the shoulder out of joint or even make him drop the knife, but it did make him waver for a moment.
