Most of Reyna's life has been dedicated to helping people but what happens when she's the one in need of help?
After a one night stand with a dangerous criminal that results in an accidental pregnancy, Reyna is forced to run to protect her child fr...
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He stumbles backwards and then I see his face.
Milo.
"What the fuck do you want?" I ask.
His face is filled with pure, hot, raging, unchecked anger and without warning he charges towards me.
I do nothing but move out of the way of his fist which results in him falling face first onto the floor. He should've used his back foot to keep him grounded. He's definitely not trained as well as I ; I would have never made such a rookie mistake.
"You bitch." He spits out. I didn't even do anything.
My mouth twists into a smirk as I look down at him. "You're the one who flung yourself to the ground, I had no hand in it."
Milo stands back to his feet and glares at me with a murderous look in his eyes.
"I'm going to kill you." He seethes.
"You can try." I say, taking my knife out of my sleeve and twirling it skillfully around my fingers. "But I wouldn't." I look back to him with a dark look in my eye.
I'm a trained killer, the knife is just for show. I could do the same damage without one, the knife just makes me look scarier.
"Go back to your country bitch."
Oh, he did not just go there.
I shake my head disapprovingly. "Milo, Milo, Milo." I tilt my head. "Were you trying to be racist or anti-immigration? Or both? Either way that was extremely stupid of you to say."
"What are you going to do about it?" He asks. I can tell that he thinks he has the upper hand by the slimey smile on his face.
I look down at my knife, my confident smile widening before I look back at him. "Why don't you come and find out Milo?"
He's as good as dead.
Milo runs at me again and I push him back. He tries to run at me again but I move out of the way with plenty of time to spare.
This is no fun. It's way too easy.
He lacks both smartness and skill.
He takes a swing at me and I effortlessly block it. He tries to hit me again but misses.
At this point he's going to tire himself out before I even make a move.
My nemesis will really defeat themselves before I get the chance to swing.
He quickly picks up a glass from the floor and tosses it at me. I manage to dodge the actual glass but one of the shards grazes my hand. It's only a tiny cut and the wound isn't deep at all.
"Is that all you've got?" I taunt.
"You're going to be sorry you said that." Am I? Cause I'm still waiting for this to get interesting.
