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The bigger man with the duffel bag grabbed Keys wrist and tried to slam his hand onto the desk.
Key froze his hand in midair, using his hunter strength.
The mans dark eyes widened.
Hoodie pulled out his gun.
The other guy let go and turned to guard his gunmans back.
Key leaped over the table and jerked the gun out of Hoodies hand.
Knife! It was the kids panicked voice.
Key slammed his fist into Hoodies jaw. His head snapped back, his legs buckled and he went down hard. Key spun, and went still. The second man had yanked the kid in front of him, the knife at his throat. Key looked into the boys brown eyes shimmering with tears and helpless fear.
Hey!
It was Roxys voice! She must have run across the room toward the commotion. Key kept his eyes on the knife at the kids throat.
Let me go! Roxy yelled.
Shut up, bitch! Then a slap.
He knew that was Hoodie. He must have gotten up and grabbed Roxy.
Umph! Damn!
From the sound of it, she was clearly fighting him.
The man with the knife looked away from Key to see his partner scuffling with Roxy. Key seized the opportunity and lunged, grabbed the forearm holding the knife, and yanked it back. A sickening crack echoed in the room.
Key put his hand on the boys shoulder and moved him out of reach. Then he turned, taking in the entire room in a sweep. Roxys bodyguard was in a tussle with two security guys. Hed pulled his gun and theyd assumed he was the problem. Hoodie had hold of Roxys ponytail, a small pocketknife at her throat. The man had blood running from his mouth and nose from Keys earlier punch.
You move and Ill cut her! Hoodie said, his dark eyes wild with pain and panic.
Key still held the first thugs gun in his hand. In a show of cooperation, he ejected the magazine to the ground, then reached over and set the gun on the table.
The guy watched his movements, his grip on the knife easing as he thought hed gotten control.
Key snapped into action, drawing his knife from the holster at the small of his back and throwing it with dead-perfect aim.
The blade buried in the mans arm, just above the elbow. His nerveless fingers dropped the little pocket knife. He bellowed in pain and fear, shoved Roxy with his good arm and tried to pull the knife out.
Key leaped over where Roxy had fallen to her knees, pulled out his knife and yanked the bellowing asshole to his feet. After wiping off his blade on the thugs pants, Key threw him down next to his buddy.
Security swarmed around them. Key ignored them, his gaze zeroing in on Roxy. She got to her feet and stood there, shivering, a bruise forming on the left side of her face. He jerked off the light jacket he wore to cover his knife holster. Putting it around her shoulders, he yanked her up to his face. What the hell were you doing getting close to that scumbag?
She glared right back at him. I had to get that man with the knife to look away from you! He would have cut that kid!
A buzz filled his head. He could hear all the chatter going on around them, but his entire focus was on this little witch in front of him. You did it on purpose?
To give you an opening to save the boy. She lifted her hand to her cheek.
A maelstrom of feelings erupted inside him. Pride in her, fear for her, rage that shed been hit, satisfaction that she believed hed save the boy, respect that she cared enough about a boy she didnt know to put herself in danger
Im sorry.
Both he and Roxy turned at the same time to see the boy standing to his right. The kids hat had come off, he still clutched his rolled up comic book, and his face was a picture of shame and misery. For what? He was so wrapped up in Roxy, he couldnt get his head around why the kid was apologizing.
The boy stared down at the book in his hands. For starting this. I should have moved when the guy told me to, but I wanted to meet you
sorry. He turned and started to walk
The bigger man with the duffel bag grabbed Keys wrist and tried to slam his hand onto the desk.
Key froze his hand in midair, using his hunter strength.
The mans dark eyes widened.
Hoodie pulled out his gun.
The other guy let go and turned to guard his gunmans back.
Key leaped over the table and jerked the gun out of Hoodies hand.
Knife! It was the kids panicked voice.
Key slammed his fist into Hoodies jaw. His head snapped back, his legs buckled and he went down hard. Key spun, and went still. The second man had yanked the kid in front of him, the knife at his throat. Key looked into the boys brown eyes shimmering with tears and helpless fear.
Hey!
It was Roxys voice! She must have run across the room toward the commotion. Key kept his eyes on the knife at the kids throat.
Let me go! Roxy yelled.
Shut up, bitch! Then a slap.
He knew that was Hoodie. He must have gotten up and grabbed Roxy.
Umph! Damn!
From the sound of it, she was clearly fighting him.
The man with the knife looked away from Key to see his partner scuffling with Roxy. Key seized the opportunity and lunged, grabbed the forearm holding the knife, and yanked it back. A sickening crack echoed in the room.
Key put his hand on the boys shoulder and moved him out of reach. Then he turned, taking in the entire room in a sweep. Roxys bodyguard was in a tussle with two security guys. Hed pulled his gun and theyd assumed he was the problem. Hoodie had hold of Roxys ponytail, a small pocketknife at her throat. The man had blood running from his mouth and nose from Keys earlier punch.
You move and Ill cut her! Hoodie said, his dark eyes wild with pain and panic.
Key still held the first thugs gun in his hand. In a show of cooperation, he ejected the magazine to the ground, then reached over and set the gun on the table.
The guy watched his movements, his grip on the knife easing as he thought hed gotten control.
Key snapped into action, drawing his knife from the holster at the small of his back and throwing it with dead-perfect aim.
The blade buried in the mans arm, just above the elbow. His nerveless fingers dropped the little pocket knife. He bellowed in pain and fear, shoved Roxy with his good arm and tried to pull the knife out.
Key leaped over where Roxy had fallen to her knees, pulled out his knife and yanked the bellowing asshole to his feet. After wiping off his blade on the thugs pants, Key threw him down next to his buddy.
Security swarmed around them. Key ignored them, his gaze zeroing in on Roxy. She got to her feet and stood there, shivering, a bruise forming on the left side of her face. He jerked off the light jacket he wore to cover his knife holster. Putting it around her shoulders, he yanked her up to his face. What the hell were you doing getting close to that scumbag?
She glared right back at him. I had to get that man with the knife to look away from you! He would have cut that kid!
A buzz filled his head. He could hear all the chatter going on around them, but his entire focus was on this little witch in front of him. You did it on purpose?
To give you an opening to save the boy. She lifted her hand to her cheek.
A maelstrom of feelings erupted inside him. Pride in her, fear for her, rage that shed been hit, satisfaction that she believed hed save the boy, respect that she cared enough about a boy she didnt know to put herself in danger
Im sorry.
Both he and Roxy turned at the same time to see the boy standing to his right. The kids hat had come off, he still clutched his rolled up comic book, and his face was a picture of shame and misery. For what? He was so wrapped up in Roxy, he couldnt get his head around why the kid was apologizing.
The boy stared down at the book in his hands. For starting this. I should have moved when the guy told me to, but I wanted to meet you
sorry. He turned and started to walk
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