Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 62994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
I know better than to investigate. I know better than to get involved. I know better than to put myself in danger, because kids like me grow up learning that the world doesn’t hand out second chances.
But the cry comes again. Raw. Desperate. Painful.
Before I can stop myself, I turn toward the alley.
I stumble into the shadows and freeze at the brutal scene unfolding only a few yards away. A man is on his knees on the dirty pavement, with two men standing over him. One kicks him hard in the ribs while the other holds him down by the collar of his jacket. The victim gasps, trying to curl into himself, but the man holding him forces him upright again, and the next blow lands so hard I hear the crack from here.
A sharp, horrified cry tears out of me before I can swallow it.
All three men jerk toward me. The victim crumples sideways. One attacker steps back in surprise. The other turns fully to face me. His eyes lock on mine. Calculation. Decision.
He lunges.
I jerk backward, dropping my bags without thinking, but he closes the distance in seconds. His hand fists in my hair, yanking me off my feet so fast my vision explodes in white sparks. I scream, raw instinct breaking free. His response is immediate. He backhands me across the face. The blow stuns me. My knees buckle. My cheek blazes with pain.
He drags me toward the shadowed stretch of the alley. My breath tears in my lungs. I claw at his wrist, kicking, twisting, trying to pull free, but he’s so much stronger. Panic floods me so fast I can taste metal at the back of my throat.
“Stop,” I gasp. “Let me go.”
He laughs, low and ugly. “You should have minded your own business, little girl. This is what you get for being so stupid.”
He shoves me to the ground and my shoulder slams into the pavement. My palms scrape raw as I try to brace myself. He looms over me, reaching for something inside his jacket. My heart stops in my chest as the world narrows to the glint of metal and the sound of my own pulse in my ears.
Suddenly, a shadow moves behind him. A massive figure steps out from the black space between the two rundown buildings, silent and deliberate. For a moment I think I’m imagining him, a hallucination born from terror. But he’s real and solid, so large he seems to fill the alley.
He grabs the attacker by the back of the neck and yanks him off his feet with a single violent motion. The man lets out a strangled sound before the stranger drives him into the wall. Hard. The second attacker tries to run, but the stranger is faster. A blur of movement. A thud of impact. The first attacker slumps. The second is dragged into the darkness between the buildings.
I’m left alone in the alley, and then I hear a sound that makes my stomach lurch. It’s soft, almost muted, but I know in my gut it’s the sound of a silenced gun.
My heart thrums in my chest as I wait for something. I’m not sure what, exactly, but I can’t get my feet to move. The alley goes silent except for my own ragged breathing. The stranger steps out of the shadows alone.
He’s massive, with broad shoulders. His steps are surprisingly quiet for the size of his boots. His hair is dark, trimmed close at the sides. His face is hard and unreadable. He looks like the kind of man people fear. The kind who ends fights instead of starting them.
I should be terrified of him, but I’m not. After all, he just saved my life, even if I’m pretty sure he just ended someone else’s.
My palms sting as I push myself upright. He stops a few feet in front of me and studies me with eyes so piercing they hold me still. They aren’t warm or soft or gentle in any way. They don’t offer me comfort. Yet they’re eyes I recognize. Eyes that have seen pain and fear and the worst of human existence.
Without a word, he extends his hand.
I stare at it for a moment. It’s large and steady, covered in faint smudges of dirt and blood. Part of me wants to recoil, to refuse his help, but the man exudes so much confidence. Like he knows I can’t refuse him, even if it goes against my best interests.
My heartbeat steadies. My breathing slows. Instinct unfurls inside me like a fragile thread pulling me toward him. I place my hand in his. His fingers close around mine and he lifts me effortlessly to my feet.
As soon as I stand, he steadies me with a hand on my elbow, careful despite the power in him. My cheek throbs where I was struck, but the moment his fingers brush the inside of my arm, something in me eases. A strange sense of safety washes over me, deep and disorienting.