Dante Harris was running. Running from an abusive past. Running from a messy break up. Running from the life he left in the small city of Round Rock Texas.
Somehow this small town boy has found himself in the busy streets of New York City, and in t...
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As I turned around, I quickly came face to face with the men that had now cornered me into this alleyway. It was still hard to make out any features, even with them standing much closer now. Rain was pouring hard all around us.
The three men had their hoods pulled up, but only two wore the black face masks. The third one without the mask, was the one to speak. It was the same voice from moments ago.
"It's getting a little late to be walking around this area."
His voice wasn't what I was expecting at all. It was a higher octave, and for his build, I guess I expected something a little tougher. Two out of the three men were quite large actually. The rain had made their soaked black hoodies mold to their figures, which showcased some well developed muscles. There was a third man a little shorter than the rest
I thought quickly of something to say.
"I was just jogging through, and I lost track of time. I'm not from around here." Those words had sounded fantastic in my head, but saying them out loud made me realize I had just put a target on myself.
The man without the face mask grinned. When he did, his hoodie slipped back a little to reveal more of his features. It was too dark to see his exact eye color, but from the little amount of light the street lamp was giving, I noticed a scar next to his left eye.
"Oh, we can tell." He replied. They all took another step towards me. "We'll just need to take our cut here, then I think we can let it pass."
My mind was racing a mile a minute, planning every escape route possible. So far I had come up with absolutely nothing. These guys wanted money, but I didn't have any. I didn't even have my wallet. I had left everything back at Sammy's place above Fight Club.
"I don't have anything on me." I said honestly.
The man's smile only grew at my words. It looks like I had given him an even better answer than he had hoped for.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I double checked." He replied. I watched as he, alone, advanced me.
Okay, I thought to myself. We clearly weren't getting out of this without fighting.
The man didn't waste any time as he lunged forward to throw his first punch. It was a fast one. I just barely dodged it before breaking away. This guy was good, but there were some flaws with his fighting style. That didn't negate from the fact that I wasn't leaving here without at least a few broken bones. There were just too many of them.
When he charged at me again, I did my best to block his hit, but he landed a combo uppercut to my ribcage. That one fucking hurt. Before he could get another hit in, I was swift with a right hook that knocked him back.
If I wanted to make it out of this tonight, I couldn't waste any time. As he stumbled back, I saw an opening and took it. I delivered a jab cross-lead hook- rear uppercut which threw his large frame backwards towards the ground.
