Fight For Me

"The moment you decided to lay your hands on him, that was when you pissed me off. Just so you know, I don't forgive easily!"

'One minute, you hate me. Next, you fight for me. Just how does your brain operate?' Brant pondered.

Linda, for the first time, got to see the beast in Mila unleash.

"She is scary!" Linda whispered behind Brant.

"This is just the tip of the iceberg." Brant whispered back. He'd seen Mila handle a gun perfectly, he'd seen her in action…including when she first whooped his ass at the hotel…his balls, to be precise.

Mila took a deep breath, mentally scolded herself for indulging in Brantley's stupidity, but she was already deep down that she could not back out again.

The guards said something to her, but she ignored them. With her eyes closed, she concentrated on the sound of the wind.

She was injured, dehydrated and partially malnourished. There were four hefty well-trained security men against her alone. She needed to win and fast. One strike from either of these