Gratuitous Violence Novels & Stories

Beneath was a sleek black combat suit, snug and ready for action. Off went the heels, and from beneath the car, I drew an iron rod, prepped and waiting. The air cracked with gunfire. I dodged swiftly, a bullet grazing my ear. The first attacker lunged. I swung the rod and cracked his wrist, the snap of bone loud in the air. The second fired. I dove and charged, driving the rod deep into his gut. The third came at me from the side, but I caught his arm and flipped him over my shoulder.