Chapter ~ 9

Rakia's POV

Clifford's grip tightened on my arm.

"No way, Voight!" Richard unsheathed his sword. "We saw her first."

"Finders keepers doesn't work here, pal!" The huge man bellowed. "Now hand her over!"

Sensing a fight, the other men stood, grabbing their weapons.

My eyes did a quick scan of the place in search of something I could do. Apart from the beer bottles, I considered using as weapons, nothing else was suitable. Behind us sat three huge tankers with taps on the front. Close by, a drunken man staggered to the side, holding a huge axe. Suddenly, an idea clicked in my head.

Without wasting a second, I yanked my arm out of Clifford's tight grip and tackled the drunk man to the wooden floor.

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