Chapter Fifty Seven
Ricky had had enough!
He bounded up between Franks and the two girls. “Leave ‘em alone, asshole,” Ricky swore at the man. “If you need to hit someone, hit me. But I swear. Try it and I’ll ram that stick up your ass and break every one of your stubby fingers.”
Ricky was silently praying that Ashwin didn’t have the gun. He knew he could put Ashwin down. The other men might cause him some grief but with Ashwin gone, and with some help from the girls, he figured he had an even chance. But his hopes were dashed.
Ashwin pulled the revolver from the back of his pants and took serious aim at Ricky’s face. “Well if it isn’t the hero!”
Ricky raised his hands defensively and took a step back.
Ashwin looked over a shoulder. “You men. Get some wire,” he said, while backing Ric
