ZANE'S POV
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
As I rightly predicted. Those bastards struck. They circled her, bringing her to a halt. My senses of hearing heightened.
“Wh-wh-who are you?” Aliona's voice was filled with tension.
One of the two jerks snickered. “What's a pretty girl like you out here? And alone?”
“I want to go home,” She said in a weak attempt to protest. She made to walk away, when they held her in place.
My face blanched. I curled my hands tighter around the steering, my knuckles turned white. I squinted my eyes to take in their facial features, but their faces were obscured by their hoodies.
“Not so fast, beautiful. Come on, have fun with us,” He advanced towards her, and snaked his hands around her waist.
‘f*****g bastard!’
Aliona lunged at him on the face,
