Jersey Bounce by Gardner Francis Fox

Author:Gardner Francis Fox [Fox, Gardner Francis]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sexectioner, Vintage Sleaze, femme fatale, Secret agent
Publisher: Gardner Francis Fox Library LLC
Published: 2021-07-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Strong arms closed around me. A thick head butted me in the shoulder. I heard men panting and grunting all around me.

“I got him!”

“He sure is a little guy.”

“Little guy, hell! It’s a dame.”

“Huh?”

There were three of them, hulking bruisers with muscles on top of muscles. They held me tightly, like in a vise. Those arms lifted me off the porch and swung me around.

But no fists came pounding into me. I guess it was the surprise of the thing that kept them from pounding me to a pulp. Which was all to my advantage, of course, for I’d been frozen by surprise, myself.

Now I reacted.

I slammed the back of my head against the face of the button whose arms were wrapped around me. He yelled and his arms relaxed their hold. I saw a fist coming through the darkness at me and ducked. The fist landed on the nose of the man behind me.

At the same time I reached out with both hands and dragged my long red fingernails down the face of the man who was swinging that blow. He did some yelling himself and put his hands to his face.

The third man was reaching for me so my hands came up and caught his right wrist. I didn’t have much room to move around here, not with these musclemen on every side, but I did manage to give number three guy the hip and knock him backwards into the porch rail.

I had dropped my Gold Cup automatic, I could hear it sliding across the floor as somebody kicked it. My eyes caught a glimpse of moonlight on metal but I had no opportunity of reaching down and grabbing it.

I had to stop these babies with my hands.

So when that guy came off the rail, throwing himself at me, I went to meet him, tossing my right arm around his neck as if to hug him, while my left hand caught the sleeve of his right arm. Then I swung my body about in the shoulder throw—the Goshi guruma of the judo experts—lifting him off his feet.

I leaped forward and drove his head, that I held locked in my arm, against the building wall. The sound made a satisfying thud in my ears. The guy sagged limply, so I dropped him to whirl on the others.

A pair of hands came out of the darkness, caught my wrists. I saw a blob of a face topped by a lot of black hair.

“Some little hellcat,” a voice panted. “But this is the end of the line.”

I brought my hands up and outward, at the same time leaning my body forward and lifted my right knee toward his crotch.

He screamed. His hands flew wide. I chopped the edge of my hand against his throat. He fell and lay there.

The only man on his feet was the button whose face I’d scratched. He was in some pain, but he came for me when he saw what I’d done to his buddies.

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