Not crazy, but I can handle myself, and she’s nothing but a liability at this point. It’ll be hard enough kicking their asses without having to worry about one of them dragging her off and raping her while I’m busy.
“Go,” I say sharply.
“Yeah, go on,” says one of the guys. “Our business is with this girl. Unless you can suck it like a porn star, too.”
Gloria swallows hard, her eyes widening. Then she starts to back away, not turning her back on the guys. I’m glad she’s going, that she’ll be safe, but being alone with my back to a hundred-foot-deep crater and six predatory men in front of me still makes my heartbeat pick up speed.
“Good move, taking care of that,” says the guy with tats. “She looked like a dumb bitch who would call the cops. You look like a smart girl who knows how to keep her mouth shut.”
A smart girl who knows how to kick their asses. Adrenaline spikes through me, and I toss my beer, glad I didn’t drink it even if it means another wasted five bucks. I’m plenty clearheaded to fight these assholes. My hands ball into fists, and I take one step back, glancing over my shoulder to gauge exactly how far I am from the edge.
Bring it, bitches. I’ve been missing my Friday night fights, and this is as good a way to get my fix as any. I can’t wait to feel the sweet ache of my knuckles or the satisfying crunch of bone when I break their noses. I bounce on the balls of my feet, excitement mixing with just the right amount of fear, the level that keeps me sharp but doesn’t make me stupid.
“Now, where were we,” says the first guy, prowling forward. “How about it, girl? Want to give us a little demo? Show us you’re as good as you look in that video.”
“Oh, trust me,” I say, backpedaling toward the edge, my fists raised in front of me. “I’m better. Come and find out.”