Savage Grace by Emily Kimelman

Author:Emily Kimelman [Kimelman, Emily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Emily Kimelman
Published: 2019-09-25T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Sydney

The air in the parking garage is cold and wet, tainted with the scent of gasoline. Mom links her arm through mine, our feet echoing in the space. The dogs trail behind us, Blue’s nose rhythmically tapping my hip.

The sound of an engine comes up from the first floor, and headlights flash around the corner. We pause to let the van pass. It slows and Blue lets out a low growl. I back up a step, pulling Mom with me. The navy blue van stops, the door sliding open, and two men wearing ski masks leap out, followed by two more.

They move fast, coming at us in a wall of black garb and muscle. Blue and Nila launch themselves at the two in front. They go down, scrambling on the ground.

The next two stop, their eyes going wide, as their friends struggle against my dogs. “Get her in the van!” a voice from inside the vehicle commands. As if emboldened by that voice, the two men advance toward Mom and me, where I’ve positioned us between parked cars. Mom stands behind me, her fingers digging into my shoulder. “Let me handle this,” I say under my breath as I sink into a fighting stance, adrenaline rushing through me, a smile curving my lips.

One of the men on the ground screams. Frank’s bark echoes in the space as he hops around.

“April Madden, you’re coming with us,” the one in front says, his voice gravelly and low. The other man spares a glance back at where his friends are getting mauled.

“No, she’s not, Bozo,” I say. His eyes narrow and his lips tighten.

“You dumb bitches.” He steps forward and I kick out, catching him under the chin, he stumbles back into his friend who oofs out air but neither goes down.

I take advantage of their momentary unbalance and throw a jab at Bozo’s chin, following it up with a hook to his gut, then power into an uppercut. His eyes lose focus before he drops.

Bozo’s accomplice catches him but let’s go as I step forward. Wearing a black T-shirt and cargo pants, pale blond hair curling from under his mask, he puts up his fist just in time to block my jab.

Blondie's green eyes light with success. They flick around my face, and his right shoulder tenses, telegraphing his counter punch. I catch his wrist between my own and twist until a sickening crunch sounds. He lets out a high-pitched scream that makes the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“Freeze or I’ll shoot.” A fifth black figure steps around the front of the van. He must have been in the passenger seat. His lips are glistening with spittle and surrounded by a bronze beard. He’s holding a shotgun, barrels aimed at me. I put my hands up and smile.

At my feet, Bozo lays still, and Blondie has dropped to his knees, cradling his injured wrist. “I think she broke it,” he mews to no one in particular. Blue and Nila each hold a man by his neck, razor-sharp teeth pressed against pulsing arteries.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.