With my hands behind my back, they can't see as I start to press hard on my thumb. I lower my head, so they won't see the flash of pain as I dislocated my thumb. It's sharp, feeling as if I'm ripping it off.
Dear God.
You're okay.
Breathe.
No, that hurts too. Shallow breaths.
Focus.
Slowly, I pull my left hand free from the cuffs, and I push the metal over my right hand's knuckles so I can use it to hit them. I'm so thankful for everything Dad taught me. It puts me
in a position to at least try to save myself.
Lifting my head, I lock eyes with the fucker who seems to be the leader. "Clench your teeth," I say right before I dart up and slam the cuffs into his jaw.
I quickly move behind the chair, then take a defensive
stance. "Don't just stand there. Let's do this," I taunt them, my
eyes flicking between the men and the exit.
The leader spits blood onto the floor, then pulls a gun from his pocket, aims it at my leg, and pulls the trigger.
The bullet slams into my thigh, and the splintering pain hauls my ass to the filthy ground. I bite back a cry, but it comes out as a whimper.
I hear footsteps, and as my head snaps up, the back of the
gun slams into my temple, knocking me out cold.
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FanfictionCelebrating her 26th birthday with a weekend in Las Vegas, mafia princess Mariya Koslov caps off the evening with a wedding officiated by Elvis. Luca Cotroni, head of the Italian mafia, has loved Mariya from afar as he solidified his position at the...
