Chapter Twenty-Six
My buddy, Samoan Joe from earlier, stood towering behind me, grinning. He threw another haymaker, but I ducked and drove a right hook into his gut. He huffed as the air left his lungs, but didn’t look injured. In fact, he grinned again.
Shit.
With a growl, he tackled me, sending both of us crashing into Vinny’s desk. The ancient structure exploded under our combined weight, sending wood splintering in all over the place. Vinny cursed loudly, scrambling out of the way.
At the corner of my vision, something fluttered, I reached out and grabbed for it. Taking advantage of my distraction, Joe scrambled onto his hands and knees and shuffled over attempting to wrestle me to the ground with a meaty paw.
I rolled, avoiding a thick arm and jumped back to my feet. Joe attempt
