Not This Time by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-01-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

She stepped back, holding up her hands defensively. "Hey, hang on--just here for the boss," she said.

It wasn't much of a play, but the man hesitated at her tone.

This was all the opportunity she needed. The moment his brow furrowed, and his hand tensed on the gun, she lunged.

The impact sent him stumbling backward, his arms flailing wildly in an attempt to regain balance. The element of surprise worked in her favor, as she focused her energy into making every punch count.

Right, left, left, uppercut.

He stumbled back.

She danced out of his reach as he tried to swipe at her.

Rachel could feel the sweat beading on her sun-kissed skin, but she refused to relent, knowing that her endurance would be the key to overpowering her larger opponent.

With a swift motion, she lunged forward a second time, after he'd hesitated, thinking she was backing off. The surprise caught him off guard, and she twisted the guard's arm, forcing him to release his grip on his gun. In one fluid movement, she snatched the weapon from his grasp, leaving him momentarily defenseless.

Her jet-black hair, adorned with traditional beads, whipped around her face as she continued the engagement. There was no time for dialogue, no opportunity for negotiation.

The guard's eyes widened, staring at his own gun which now pointed at him.

A brief lull in the combat. Both of them going still, quiet.

He gaped at her, opening and closing his mouth and letting out a weak moan.

"I... Hey..."

"Down, on the ground!" she snapped.

His eyes flicked to her, then past her towards the file cabinet she'd been rummaging through.

He stared at her, but then gave a curt shake of his head.

"Can't," he whispered.

She frowned.

"Can't let you."

"I'm armed," she snapped. "Get on the ground, now!"

But something like genuine fear appeared in his eyes. Not fear directed at her, nor at the gun in her hand. It was almost as if she wasn't there, as if he were staring straight through her.

He swallowed, giving a faint shake of his head. "You don't understand," he whispered. "He'll cut me to ribbons."

"He? He who? Your boss? What's his name?"

But the guard let out a leaking sound, the hiss of air creeping through pursed lips. He looked downright terrified. The fear of death wasn't in his gaze. Rather, his terror was distracted by whatever phantom image he conjured in his mind. His boss... What sort of man elicited this type of terror?

But Rachel was still determined to find Candace's file. To figure out who was dumping bodies on the Clark's land.

The man still hadn't dropped, and he was shaking his head now, looking as if he were trying to gear himself up to action once more.

"Down!" she snapped.

But before she could say anything else, Rachel caught a faint sound echoing down the hallway outside the file room – the unmistakable thud of heavy boots against the floor. Her senses heightened, she realized that more guards were fast approaching, no doubt drawn by the commotion within. There was no time to waste.

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