“Get away from her…” Maximus spoke in a pained order before being kicked in the ribs and left gasping for air as a tire iron suddenly met with his left shoulder. A distressed wince left his lips to the abrupt dislocation of his arm from its socket as Gabriella’s attention was brought to the leader of the trio as he moved to her, his fingers pulling at the buckle of his belt. Her mind began to flash to the news stories she heard of women in her position; ones who were without the abilities, skills, or help to evade what they knew had been the inevitable of lustful figures in positions higher than them. But Gabriella had something they didn’t; a weapon. She just had to convince herself that she would be able to live with the guilt that would accompany the discharge of that very bullet.
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