“You’re gonna talk,” he snarled at me. “Or we’ll all take turns on youat the same timeuntil you’re screaming your boss’s name. But know this: he can’t save you.”
Frank popped his head in. “I need to do something.”
“Five minutes,” the man holding me barked.
“Right. Yeah. Okay.”
I glanced over at Frank, wondering what look I’d find on his face.
I swore I did see regret there.
But it was masked by a lot of resignation.
He was going to let this happen.
The door closed, and he released my face, but with enough force that I wobbled.
I let myself fall.
And caught the pit boss’s gaze.
She looked toward the chair I’d just fallen off of, then back at me.
A weapon, she seemed to say, even as she tightened her hold on the metal door lock.
One,she mouthed.Two. Three.
She shot up first, making the other man to yell out and causing my attacker to turn.
I jumped up, grabbing the legs of the chair, then swinging with everything I had toward the guy’s head.
He went down.
Not fully.
Just to his knees, wobbling a bit, cursing in pain, but still conscious.
My gaze lifted, watching as the other woman swung the lock into the other man’s face.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
The cracks turned my stomach.
Blood splattered.
Then one more swing.
And the guy crashed down hard.
My attacker started to rise to his feet, to charge at her.
I flew at him, knocking him forward onto all fours.
And she raised the lock one more time.
