My Boss, My Husband
"Do you think he's dead?"
"Dead? Nah," the other sneered, reaching down to check my breath. "He's still breathing—"
That was my chance. I lunged, clamping down on his hand with all my strength. He screamed, and as the other one fumbled for his gun, I surged up, bringing the chair with me. I smashed it against him with every ounce of strength I had, then aimed a kick straight at the gut of the guy I had bitten.