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here. But what was the plan now? Faraji was the farthest from the smart one in the Hyena Clan. The others had to be somewhere in the wing, waiting to swoop in.
    Thirty two stories up and she felt more trapped now than ever.
    “What do you want, Faraji?” Josie asked him, tired of this nonsense.
    “My brother tried to be polite,” Faraji said with a sick, sneering voice. She could see the glint of his gold tooth shining behind Kheem’s ear. “He tried to be civil with you, but you spit in his face—threatened his life.”
    “Good for you, Josie,” Kheem smiled through the pain at the woman he loved. Josie wanted to tell him to just relax and not to worry about this. She was capable of handling it herself. Instead, Faraji punched Kheem in the kidneys. Kheem winced against the pain and tried to go down on his knees, but the arm wrapped around his throat kept him standing.
    “Shut up,” Faraji ordered. “Now, we get to do this the hard way, Josie. That child is going to get us a lot of money and it’s going to get us a lot of friends in high places. It’ll get us a ticket back to Kenya, even. We’ll be able to leave Ronald McDonald and his house of chickens once and for all. The rest of you assholes can rot here.”
    “I’m not giving you my child,” Josie told him definitively, unwilling to discuss the matter further. There was no way that she was giving up the child that she loved more than anything else in the world. That just wasn’t happening. It wouldn’t happen today and it wouldn’t happen tomorrow. They were going to have to kill her.
    “Oh yes you are,” Faraji said with a sneer. She saw him reach into his pocket and pull out a switchblade. With a click, the blade shot out of the handle and she knew that he probably knew a little something about working that blade. He was, after all, a notoriously stupid man, but a criminal nonetheless. She wasn’t willing to take a chance. “You either cooperate, or I’m going to gut your lover boy here.”
    “Don’t worry about this idiot,” Kheem said to Josie. “He’ll probably end up stabbing himself.”
    “Shut the hell up!” Faraji shouted, bringing the butt of his knife down on Kheem’s head and she watched as the lights went out in Kheem’s eyes and his eyelids closed as Kheem’s mass crumpled to the floor, bringing Faraji down with him. That was the problem with knocking someone unconscious. This wasn’t the movies. A blow to the head was going to make him black out.
    Rather than panic about the fact that Kheem was on the floor unconscious, bleeding from yet another part in his head, Josie reacted. She grabbed the golden tray on the table next to the wall and swung it at Faraji with all of her strength. The decorative pan was probably made out of brass and painted gold, but it was enough to make a loud crash when it made contact with Faraji’s head, crunching his derby hat and sending it flying across the room.
    She wasn’t playing around with him. He toppled backwards and she brought the pan down on his head again. His knife flew out of his hands and he tripped over Kheem, crashing into the wall and sliding down it.
    “You threatened me, Faraji,” she shouted, throwing the pan at his face and hitting him in the nose.
    Faraji screamed in agony as he clutched his face. Josie could feel the rage coming out inside of her. She knew if she didn’t keep it in check, she’d transform soon and there would be no way of saving Faraji. The wolf would come out and it would want to kill him and rightly so. It would want to eat him and tear him apart with ferocity and rage. She looked at him and tried to control her breathing as she reached down for him.
    Grabbing him and throwing him across the room, he hit the doors onto the balcony and screamed in pain. She was probably on a short schedule right now with Faraji as well. He could only take so much pain before he would start to transform as well. She launched over the bed and charged him, throwing