ANYTA'S POV
I'd left my gun at home. And the realization grew more horrific when the men were finally close enough that I could see the murderous intent gleaming in their eyes.
“No, wait!” I yelled as the scuffle started in full force.
One of the men reached for me, but Clay was on him in a flash. And soon the goon was flattened on the ground on his stomach, grunting.
I expected to be terrified for my best friend's life, but as the other three lunged, he didn't flinch.
He moved like a shadow, with quick, brutal hits that left my mouth agape as I watched.
“Get back!” Clay gritted at me, as he caught a fist with a wicked looking knife mid-air and delivered a blow to the man's ribs that sounded like a branch snapping, then twisted his arm.
“Argh!” the man grunted as the knife toppled o
