𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 #1 𝙑𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 ↬
Growing up on the rough streets of Western Sydney, Helena Callahan has always been a fighter. Her philosophy was simple: be sly, agile, and never get caught doing something illegal. And that's wh...
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"Get away from her!"
A familiar French accent met the air just as Lester leaned in towards me. I took the distraction caused by the male's voice to kick Lester hard in his groin, but as Lester fell, crashing to the ground and cupping his manhood, the biggest male—the one who held my throat—pulled out a gun, and I felt my eyes pop out of my skull.
I jerked my head in the direction of my saviour and felt as though the world had stopped spinning as I lay sight on him. It was the pale guy from the alleyway—the sadistic man who killed an innocent woman. To my surprise, even with the loaded gun pointed directly at him, he didn't even flinch. Instead, he snickered and continued towards us.
This guy was obviously a psychopath.
Considering they were all still distracted by him, and the one holding my throat had loosened his grip ever so slightly, I tried to wriggle out, desperate to escape. The pasty French guy stepped forward, and then I flinched when I heard a loud bang—a gunshot. A few more followed, but the man continued walking towards us regardless. This was like something right out of an action movie, as the bullets practically ricocheted from his body. It was as though he was wearing a bulletproof vest.
