Xavier

The bar’s warm glow and hum of music were shattered when his hand of a cruel gangster clamped around my wrist, yanking me close. His breath reeked of alcohol, his voice low and vile as he tried to force himself on me. My pulse thundered in my ears, fear freezing me in place. Then the door slammed open. A tall, sharp-eyed agent strode in, gun raised, his presence filling the room.*Step away from her* he commanded. In a blur, the gangster was wrestled to the floor, his knife skidding away, handcuffs locking tight around his wrists.