Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
At the same time, Avery was crouching in a position taught to everyone in the sisterhood by the MMA fighters and boxers in the DAMC family: Steel, Kat, and Slade. All the women were strongly encouraged to join the self-defense classes at the club-owned Shadow Valley Fitness when they were young. Some still trained with the “pros” and others lost interest once they had the basics down.
Lyric was one who had stopped going on a regular basis. Now she regretted it. Though, those Souls had over fifty pounds on them. They wouldn’t go down easily, even with training.
While Bri was facing off with two of the Souls, the other two ganged up on Avery.
Screaming like a banshee, Bri kept swinging the bat wildly, trying to knock the brains out of any biker within her reach.
Holy shit.
As Lyric scrambled to get out to help them, she saw Avery knee the one closest to her in the nuts, dropping the biker to his knees. As the other advanced on her, she struck him in the solar plexus with a very impressive roundhouse kick. That biker folded over instantly, but he didn’t go down.
Lyric rushed over to the Harley in front of the Toyota, rolled the heavy bike out of the way, and let it drop to the pavement.
Now nothing prevented them from leaving.
When she turned, she saw a biker grimacing in pain, with blood leaking out of his ear. Bri must have hit a home run. She was jabbing the bat like a professional fencer at the other one not stumbling around dazed and confused. Only, Lyric doubted that sport allowed the stabbing of your opponent’s gonads. And Bri was attempting to knock his nuts all the way up into the guy’s throat.
“The path is clear! Let’s go!” Lyric screamed. “Avery! Bri! Let’s get out of here!”
“They fucked up my car!” Bri screamed back.
Lyric had no doubt that if one of those bikers went down completely, Bri would bash his head in. To the point of killing them. Would it be considered self-defense? Most likely. Could Bri live with herself after taking a life?
Knowing her, no doubt.
As for Avery…
She was struggling with the one she hadn’t dropped. Lyric ran over and launched herself onto the biker’s back, hooking her arm around his neck and squeezing the shit out of it while reaching around to jam two fingers into his eye.
The howl he gave off made Lyric’s hair stand up, but it also gave Avery the opportunity to kick the guy again. This time in the best target. He abruptly dropped to his knees and Lyric went tumbling down. She rolled as she hit the ground, just as she was trained, and immediately popped to her feet.
It was reassuring to know she hadn’t forgotten all of her training.
“Let’s go!” she screamed again.
“Fuck these assholes,” Avery yelled, pushing the cloud of red hair out of her face.
Lyric jerked on her arm. “Get in the car!”
“Yeah, let’s get out of here. Bri!” Avery called out.
Both Avery and Lyric scrambled to get in the car, at the same time keeping an eye out for the downed bikers attempting to get back on their feet.
Once Bri passed the bat to Lyric, she jumped into the driver’s seat and locked the doors.
“Motherfucker cracked my damn windshield. It’s going to be fun driving home.”
“At least we’re getting the opportunity to drive home,” Lyric reminded her.
Bri started her Toyota, put it into reverse, jammed her foot on the accelerator, and knocked over the sled behind them. She drove forward, reversed again and slammed into it once more.
Throwing it into Drive, she made sure to swerve from left to right to hit the remaining sleds still on two wheels, knocking them both over.
“I thought you were worried about your car?”
“They already fucked it up. We don’t want them following us.”
“But knocking over their sleds isn’t going to disable them. And if you run them over, you’ll do enough damage to your car that we might not be able to escape,” Lyric reminded her. “I don’t know about you, but I prefer to put some miles between us.”
“True,” Bri finally said, her eyes narrowed.
Despite admitting Lyric was right, she turned the Toyota and gunned the engine, slamming into a sled hard enough to push it into the other. The scrape of metal against pavement made Lyric wince.
“We should pee in their tanks,” Bri said next.
“Are you crazy?” Lyric asked.
“Of course she’s fucking crazy,” Avery answered, then laughed. Again.
“She’s not the only one,” Lyric muttered as Bri sped away, bobbing and weaving her head to see between the long cracks in the windshield. Lyric glanced behind them to see one biker was down for the count, the other three were trying to get to their feet. Luckily, they weren’t moving too quickly.
“Do you think they know who we are?” Avery turned in her seat and stared out of the cracked rear window. “Why would they attack us like that?”