Damage Control Reloading Part 2

Phoebe's POV

"Five…" I grabbed the hand of the man who was confident enough to approach me when I was at my darkest moment.

I twisted his hand and I heard him scream, and I liked the expression on his face as I locked my arms around his neck and tightened my grip until he passed out.

I dropped his body on the floor and sighed as I watched the startled face of the other men in front of me, especially my stepfather's face.

I wore a fierce and determined expression on my face and stared at them with burning eyes with a mixture of fear and defiance.

They were scared to see one of their men lying on the floor, lifeless, I smirked at the sight in front of me.

Unfortunately for me, that didn't scare them much rather, they were determined to kick my a***.

Phoebe expected the reactions of the men and positioned herself, looking around to find something strong enough to hit her opponents but unfortunately nothing.

"I-is he dead", one of the men asked while stammering. Phoebe sighed and brus