Kian Lancaster.
They call him the Paranoid Grim Reaper.
He trusts no one. He's impulsive, ruthless, and in the night he comes alive.
But, what is a King without his Queen?
Ellieandra Starr.
She's everything Kian would never trust. She's too sm...
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Grabbing the man's hand that was pushed out to punch her, Ellie wrapped her other hand around his neck and pulled him closer to her then brought her knee into his chest.
The sound of him groaning motivated her. Almost putting a content smile on her face.
She was finally getting the upper hand in this situation and God knows she needed it.
She quickly pushed him away and before too much space could happen between her and the 6ft assailant, she jumped up, kicking him square in the chest with her barefoot.
The heels that she had worn were now forgotten on the side of a Subaru. She was hoping that they didn't get ruined or taken while she was doing this. Those shoes were expensive for no reason.
Ellie looked around to see if anyone else was in the parking lot, but she came up empty. Figured.
She worked quickly, not allowing a moment of space to let the guy get any room for touching her. She was trained to never waste time in subduing the opponent.
There was no time to see if anyone was watching this full-out brawl that was happening in a very dimly lit parking lot connected to the very elite business. The thought of a camera watching this unfold skidded passed her mind.
No, they don't have cameras on this floor.
Ellie quickly ran over to the guy who was struggling to get back up on his feet from the kick and kneed him in the face pushing him down again. With not a second to spare, she straddled him, ensuring that her knees were pressing on his forearms to keep them pinned, and then started swinging on him.
Nails on the side of her palm so she won't break them as she punched him square in the face.
The piece of crap attacked me from nowhere.
She had come down from work and was heading to her rented vehicle, but had this odd feeling that someone was following her. However, when she looked back and saw no one she shrug it off.
It wasn't until the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as if saluting the national anthem that she knew someone was indeed following her, but by the time she spun around to assess it was too late.
The bastard was already behind her and before she could do anything to protect herself, the person had already slammed her head into the car door.
The burning pain of the hit resonated in her, but the adrenaline that spiked through her didn't let her meditate on it. She was already in fight mode and the attacker was unaware that his target wasn't going to let this go down easy.
With the same force he used to push her head into the car, she counteract and slammed her head back into his face, catching him off guard. Before her body can register another pain in the head, she quickly went to punch him.
