Paradise Falls by Abigail Graham

Author:Abigail Graham [Graham, Abigail]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-07-07T06:00:00+00:00

10.

Jacob bolted out of the corn at full tilt, rage a hot cloud in his chest, sweat stinging his eyes. He went for the driver first, pulling him away. He was middling height, heavyset, and he had a nickel-plated .45 tucked in his belt. He went for it, and Jacob did not throw but rammed the knife through his palm and the gun dropped and fell to the dirt. Howling, the biker snapped his head forward and smashed his forehead right into Jacob’s nose.

Pain exploded through his head and he felt the hot rush of blood filling his mask. The biker reached left-handed and drew the bowie knife hanging from his belt, and shoved it forward in a clumsy thrust. It skated over Jacob’s body armor.

No cut, but he felt it all the same. The armor kept the edge from slicing, but it was still a steel rod jammed into his stomach, right where one of Ellison’s blows landed. It knocked the wind right out of him.

Jacob went down, but he took the biker with him, pulled him down by the belt and they rolled. The world spun around him, tilting crazily as pain throbbed in his face and side. Close in, there was no art or grace to grappling. He shoved aside a knife thrust, counting on the armor on his forearm to turn the blade, and it did, but his opponent was good. He’d done this before.

The blade raked over Jacob’s shoulder, opening the unarmored compression fabric and the skin underneath, and Jacob grunted under his mask and tasted his own blood. The biker raised the knife high and turned it, holding it with both hands, and plunged down. The sharp point came surging at Jacob’s face, splitting into two as his vision fuzzed.

He caught the biker’s wrists just before the tip of the knife rammed into his forehead and shoved back with all his might, but he was tired, his body was a map of agony, and the biker was putting his whole weight behind it now, rising up to lean on Jacobs hands and slowly push them down. With every tiny sliver of a second that passed the blade moved closer and closer, blurring as it moved to the blind spot between his eyes.

With a hollow grunt of effort, Jacob snapped to the side, moving his head one way and his hands the other. The knife move and he felt the dull back side slide over his cheek bone. If it had been the edge it would have opened him right up. The blade stuck in the dirt and now the biker was off balance, and Jacob kneed him hard right in the balls at the same instant he drove the heel of his hand into his nose.

Howling and clutching wildly at his face and his crotch, the biker rolled over.

A shadow fell over him.

“Don’t fuckin’ move.”

There were two of them, and Jennifer’s warning shot was not coming.

Jacob’s head thumped the ground. He looked up at a Glock, upside down.

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