The CEO's Lethal Savior: No Master Here

up,

heaving against the rough fabric of her soaked shirt. Water dripped from her heavy eyelashes, blurring the dim outlines of t

Nothing came. Her brain felt like a wiped hard drive. Only two w

hich were bound tightly behind a rusted iron chair. She instinctively contracted h

the shattered skylight, she saw a small boy, no older than five. He was strapped to a similar iron chair ten feet away. Thick sil

ted her weight, trying to slide the chair closer to the boy. The rusted le

nd of the warehouse kicked open

d off him in waves. He dragged a bloodstained aluminum baseball bat along the conc

explosive clang echoed through the cavernous space. The bo

ace, and pinched her chin with thick, greasy fingers. "Look at this," he sneered.

y. But as Vince leaned closer, his foul breath and derogatory words hitting her face, a strange shift occurred. The external stimulus of his aggression triggered something buried deep within her subcons

nce. His face twisted in rage. He cursed, raising his massiv

ijacked Serena's body. She twisted her right arm at an angle that defied human a

ntly lost its tension and

in shock. His raised

iron chair with both legs, launching her body upward. She

air. Blood exploded from his nostrils. Vince scr

wlessly. She swept her right leg out in a textbook CQC

rashed onto the dust-covered concrete with a he

seball bat from his loose grip. She jammed the thick aluminum barrel horizontally a

p for air. His thick hands flailed blindly, trying to claw at her fac

your neck," she whispe

pe. The fight drained out of him. He stopped thras

n like a piston into his temple. Vince's head

into place. Then she took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Adr

ed over, her footsteps silent on the concrete

lted away. She reached out and peeled the duct tape from

avily, staring at her with wide, reverent

ngers brushed against a cold metal object on his wrist. A h

a single, unlocked emergency contact number.