Mob Lawyer 2: A Legal Thriller by Dave Daren

Author:Dave Daren [Daren, Dave]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

There’s a brutal beauty to a fist fight, and even if you spent your entire day in a boxing gym working out, it wouldn’t be enough to keep you upright when you’re facing off against a small gang. And while I certainly knew how to box, I was never more grateful for the lessons I’d had with some of the Febbo guards over the last few months. There were no rules, no requirements about how low you could hit, and definitely no limitations on which parts of the body you could use to defend yourself.

I was able to take down the first man easily enough. He charged forward, well ahead of the rest of the group and no doubt hoping to catch me off guard. I let him take a swing at my head with his fist and ducked below his arm before he could change his momentum. While he encountered nothing but air, I punched hard with both fists against his stomach. I could feel his muscles contract as I jabbed and as he started to lean forward, I launched an uppercut for the soft, round jaw that hovered just above me.

His head snapped back and then twisted to the left as blood and spit dribbled down his chin. His eyes crossed for a moment as his brain tried to understand what had happened, and then I came around with a haymaker to the temple. My opponent made a gurgling sound as his eyes rolled back in his head, and then he fell to the sidewalk in a heap of flesh and bone.

“Bubba!” one of the other men yelled out.

“Fuckin’ shit!” another man shouted.

“I’m calling the Sheriff!” Belle declared.

I’d lost track of her during the initial attack, but now I spotted her gray pants suit as she ran back towards the diner. A quick look over my shoulder revealed that one man lounged against the driver’s door of the Suzuki, blocking the attorney from a quick escape that way.

And then two more men ran towards me, from opposite directions. I let them get within an arm’s length of me, and then I quickly bounced backwards so that I had them both in front of me. A man with very fat cheeks and a mass of red hair peeking out from beneath his John Deere cap struck first as he launched himself forward with a flurry of punches. I managed to swerve enough to take the brunt on my shoulder, but it still stung like hell and I could just picture the bruises I was going to have.

As the red head shifted to take aim at my head, I ducked down and kicked at his knees. There was a satisfying crunch as the knee bent backwards for a moment, and then the redhead howled in pain.

Unfortunately, his companion was fast and he must have realized what I was about to do. While I was kicking at the angry redhead, the second man, a pale man with a buzz cut and a messy mustache, landed a punch along my collarbone, close to the throat.

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