“Let her go,” I demand, eyeing the asshole who has a tight hold on her.
He laughs, tightening the hold around her neck.
“We have no interest in her,” reveals the boy with the gun trained on me. “But you, we have a lot of interest in you.”
“Stop talking then, идиот. Let’s go.”
The boy doesn’t appreciate me belittling him, and as punishment, he pistol whips me.
Grunting under the impact, I rein in my temper because I can kill him later. Now, I just need them away from Lia. But Lia must have clued onto what happened because before I can stop her, she manages to twist out of her attacker’s hold and stomps on his foot.
He whines, jumping on the spot, while she blindly races away from him.
“Turn around and run left!” I scream out to her, but it’s too late.
When the boy next to me aims hi
