Beauty and Rage (Leverage Fan Fiction)

9. You're Gonna Catch A Cold From The Ice Inside Your Soul

As Andy was leaving her apartment, she texted Eliot.

To: Eliot
<"I'm on my way now. Just so you know.">

From: Eliot
<"You're early.">

To: Eliot
<"Would you rather I be late?">

From: Eliot
<"I just rolled my eyes at you by the way.">

Andy rolled her eyes at him and tucked her phone into her pocket.

It was just getting dark enough outside for the lights to come on in the streets.

Andy stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket and pulled it around her.

That eery feeling of being watched had come back, like before Eliot started walking her everywhere.

Her eyes took in her surroundings, sweeping the street and the sidewalk in front of her, as well as the one across the street from her.

The feeling of someone invading her personal space from behind made Andy's heartbeat pick up and she glanced over her shoulder. A man was walking not even two feet behind her. With a quick glance, Andy looked back to her path ahead.

The man had been wearing all black and Andy thought he had been wearing gloves.

Shit. Shit.

Andy started to pull her phone out but the man wrapped his arm around her waist. His hand that wasn't on her hip held something to the front of her red dress.

"Just keep walking, sweetheart." He spoke quietly.

Andy gritted her teeth together and looked around to try to see if anyone would notice that she was about to be gutted.

"Ah, ah. Keep those eyes ahead, Andy."

Andy turned her head to look at the man with crinkled brows.

"Scott hired you, didn't he?"

"Shut up, sweetheart. I don't like talkin."

Andy bit her bottom lip as she thought of a way to get out. She knew she could somehow find a way to get out of his man's grip and the knife would only be a minor problem. The gun she could fell pressed against her side in his jacket would be a bigger problem. Andy was in heels so outrunning him probably wouldn't work.

Screw it.

Andy grabbed the fingers attached to the hand on her hip and bent them backwards as she twisted out of his arm and away from his reach.

The man recovered quickly from the little attack and he lunged at Andy with his knife. She dodged the first on and blocked the second with her forearm to his forearm.

The third hit came as a swing for her head, his knife in his opposite hand. Andy blocked the punch aimed for her head but neglected to see the stab intended for her side until it was almost too late.

Her hand moved to block the hit and then Andy balled up her fist and punched the man square in the nose.

"Hey!" Someone shouted, catching the man's attention.

He roughly pushed Andy to the ground and took off running.

"Are you okay?" A bystander rushed to Andy's side, but Andy pushed the woman's hands away.

"I'm fine."

"Do you need me to take you to the hospital or the police?"

"No. My boyfriend's a cop." Andy smoothly lied as she got to her feet. "I'll be okay. Thank you."