concentration to not shimmy away from the threat. She’d prove she was strong enough to handle even these assholes. “We have to do this now? Haven’t you ever heard about knowing when to cut your losses?”
With those words , the nine-inch cleaver from the bar appeared in her hand. “If you leave now, we’ll pretend none of this happened.”
“Not this time , bitch.” Mitch’s eyes flashed an ugly shade of yellow, and Tara paused. What the heck was that?
Shit. Shit. Shit . This asshole had to be one of Black’s thugs, maybe another territory boss. Either way, she wasn’t going down without a fight. She felt her body shimmer. The easy thing to do would have been to teleport and not deal with these assholes at all, but that’s not what she was going to do. No, she knew if she was ever going to get out of this godforsaken town, she needed to step up and do her part to take these thugs out of the equation.
“Nifty trick with the eyes. What’s your gift?”
His beady eyes brightened as the men around her inched closer. The color of his skin started to change from a deep rich brown, fusing with a puke-green hue.
“What the hell are you?” she asked out of mere curiosity. It wouldn’t affect how she dealt with him, but damn, she’d never seen anything like…him.
His tongue darted out , and he licked his lips as he lunged for her and wrapped a strong arm around her waist. She shoved against his chest to get out of his hold. Her mind went blank on anything she could use to get out of her predicament. He leaned in closer, and she turned her cheek. His red tongue snaked out, and he licked a path from her cheekbone up into her hair. Eww, now that’s just nasty . “Looks like you’re free tonight, after all, and it won’t even cost me a dime.”
The other men around them chuckled at the remark. One of them called out, “I get her next.”
It was now or never. If one of these assholes knocked her out and she was unconscious and couldn’t use her brain to get her out of this jam, then she was really screwed. The big man-shifty thing wanted to play… Bring it on… Three baseball bats appeared out of thin air. Two of them swung up and hit the men standing around her in the balls. They went down instantly. Mitch squeezed her tighter. Pure hatred radiated from his eyes. The baseball bat swung for his head. The crack echoed in the night sky as Mitch fell to the ground, almost dragging her down with him.
The other two men were cupping their jewels and w rithing in the parking lot. She didn’t care if she’d knocked their manhoods clean off or shoved them so high up that they’d never be able to use them again. They would have raped her given half the chance. Maybe now they’d think twice before taking something that wasn’t offered. She slid back into one of her shoes and hopped on one foot while trying to pull the other one on over her heel.
Two more men stepped out of the shadows , as the two men on the ground started to recover. Thankfully, Mitch was still knocked out cold. She blew out a deep breath and held out her palms. A machine gun appeared.
“I suggest you back the fuck off if you don’t want to die.” She placed her finger on the trigger. Her cheating ex-fiancé was still out for the count, unconscious, on the ground near Mitch. The music from the bar got louder, and she chanced a glance in that direction to see if more trouble was going to be added to the mix. Brody was standing just at the threshold with the phone pressed to his ear and the blonde by his side. His worried gaze scanned the parking lot until it landed on Tara.
Brody started running for her. The closer he got to her, the wider his eyes grew. Mitch moaned and rolled over before pushing himself off the ground, still half in a daze as Brody stepped in front of her and lowered the gun. “I can’t leave you alone for five minutes without you wanting to kill someone.”
The blonde stepped up beside them, the same blonde who