Chapter 26

As the guy took off running after her, I took off running after him and tackled him to the ground, starting to throw punches.
"No one hurts my friend," I growled under my breath in between punches. Penelope might not be a friend that I have known forever, hell, I've only met her yesterday but she's a friend to me and I'm not letting anyone hurt my friends or family.
Hell, who the fuck am I kidding, if he dare lay a hand on a single strand of hair on her pretty head, I'm going to break his fingers one by one.
In the midst of punching, I heard someone walking up behind me and I gave the guy a good punch for the last time before bracing myself and swinging my left foot up into the air, aiming for the other guy's head as I used my hands to hold my weight.
As my foot made contact with some random part of his body, I heard a pained grunt from the guy behind me and I jumped to my feet to face him.
I raised my foot to give him another kick but he moved away and someone grabbed me from the back.
My foot kicked the air as I thrashed against the hold that kept my arms captive.
I pictured myself gripping my hair out of frustration mentally after I realized that the guy's hold was too strong for me to fight off.
The guy that I kicked stalked towards me while I was still fighting off the guy holding me. I glared at him and spat at his face when he's at arm's length. He scrunched up his battered face in disgust before wiping my spit off.
"We wanted to play nice but now, you just got yourself an angry gang."
I glared at him. The fuck do I care, he can jump off a cliff and go die.
"Go to Hell, you bastards!" I snarled at him in fury.
He managed to land a punch on my face and another on my stomach. I doubled over from the pain and if it wasn't for the guy holding me, I wouldn't be able to stay up.
"Fuck you," I spat at him in disgust.
He growled and raised a fist to land a hit again when I beat him to it by raising both of my legs and kicked him on the abdomen, making him stagger backwards.
The pain on my lower stomach was blinding but I forced myself to ignore it and focus through the pain filled haze I was in.
I swiftly threw my head back and head butted the guy who's holding me. The hold on my arms loosened and I twisted his hands so that it was my turn to hold his wrists and twisted my whole body sideways. He was thrown off sideways and I let his wrists go to let him tumble to the pavement.
I wiped off the blood on my lip and rolled my shoulders.
I ignored the throbbing in my head and swiveled back to face their boss. The drunk was nowhere in sight and he probably scurried out of there once the fight started.
Their boss was a midget.
No, I'm not trying to insult him.
Well, okay maybe a teeny bit. But he is a midget; a short man with a pot belly in a suit. He was bald, chubby with a light stubble covering his jaw. His forehead shone under the lamp light, reflecting it.
I hate him.
It was hate at first sight.
"Is there a reason that you guys would want to come onto two innocent teenage girls in the middle of the night and made an attempt to man-handle them?" I raised an eyebrow to question him and he filed his nails in mock casualty.
He shrugged, seeming calm about the fact that I just beat two of his men unconscious.
"We were just passing by and saw you girls looking a bit lonely. We just wanted to offer some companion." He feigned innocence and my eyes turned into slits.
I stormed towards him and he visibly gulped when he saw my clenched hands.
I held his dress suit in one fist and drew him near to my face, forcing him up to his tip toes.
"Now listen here, old man. You simply do not, and I mean do not, mess with someone like me." I glared at him, my eye twitching. His eyes were as wide as saucers and they looked like they were about to pop out of his eye sockets.
"And who are you?" He tried sounding confident and intimidating, challenging even.
I gave him a humorless laugh, the sadist inside me breaking through the crack in the surface.
"I'm someone you shouldn't mess with. Come near me or any of my friends ever again and I swear that I will be your worst nightmare."
He gulped and fear shone through his eyes, as visible as broad daylight and the cruel side of me smirked in triumph at the sight of that particular emotion.
"Now tell me, who do you fucking work for because we both know there was no way in fucking hell that it was just a ‘coincidence' that you passed by." I was lying of course, there was every chance that he was possibly just strolling by but my gut wants none of it and me being me, listened to my gut.
It is a wise gut and it saved me more than I could count. Thank you gutty.
During my fight with his goons, I tried to make sense of why he could be strolling about in this place.
A drug deal? Not possible, it's too close to the town square, it'll be way too risky for him to arrange any trades in this side of the town.
But if he's not here to meet anyone, then why is he dressed in a suit? Not to mention that the weather could seriously cause him a severe heatstroke while being encased in that suit.
Something just smelled too fishy and gutty doesn't like it. Not one bit.
I was in a Sherlock Holmes mode as my mind started ticking off things that didn't make sense, there were people strolling by other than me and Penelope just before he cornered us, why did he choose to harass us in particular?
Something's just not adding up and I knew my gut wasn't to be questioned this time.
Well, I guess I just have to see his response.
I knew I was right to suspect something when he started trembling and shaking on the spot. He tried his best to toughen himself up but his fear won and his eyes started to widen, getting caught red handed in the act.
I was still shooting him daggers through the glare and I would be nominated liar of the year if I told you he was unfazed by it. "W-what- I- you- I-" He stuttered, beads of sweat had appeared on his bald and shiny head.
I gritted my teeth as the disgusting son of a bitch avoided eye contact and tugged on his collar. Someone definitely sent this motherfucker, alright.
"Who sent you, you bloody little shit?!" I growled in frustration as I raised him higher, the tip of his toes no longer touching the ground.
"I swear, I've got nothing to do with this! Some guy just told me the details on where to pick up chics. If I knew that the girls he meant would be your kind, I wouldn't have even thought of coming," he rambled and I growled in his face.
"How do you contact him?" I demanded and he was trying to tug at his collar, only to have his chubby hands slapped off.
"H-he phoned me," he stuttered while dropping his gaze once he locked his eyes with mine.
He's nothing but a fool. I shouldn't waste my time on him.
I raised my hand and he flinched. I lowered it and turned it, palm facing up. "Give me the phone you contacted him with," I demanded and with trembling hands, he dug through his dress pants' pockets and fished out an iPhone.
I snatched it from his shaking fingers and opened it up, instantly going to his call logs and searched for the most recent number. There was no name on it but the number was enough.
I memorized it and gave it back to him after a minute.
I let my hold on his suit go and pushed him away from me the second he landed on his feet.
"Go. But if I ever catch you anywhere near me or my family and friends ever again, I will make sure you wished I killed you." I threatened him with a detached tone.
His men were still out cold but that didn't stop him from pivoting by the balls of his feet and bolting out of there.
I snorted silently, fucking cowards be everywhere.
I glared at his retreating figure and let myself suck in a huge breath as the adrenaline lets its grip off me and exit my system.
The throb on my abdomen and head finally settled in. Everything ached and my foot felt like I strained a muscle.
I winced when I tried to stretch and decided to let it be.
C'mon Case, stop being a hussy. You dealt with bruises much worse.
I limped away from the scene, pulling out the cheap pay- phone I brought with me in case any emergency occured and called the number I drilled into my head not a minute ago.
I didn't expect anyone to answer so I wasn't surprised when it went to a voicemail.
"Listen, you motherfucking asshole. I don't care who you are, you could be a duke, a fucking royalty and all that shit but I will still bash your head the second I meet you. So you better watch your fucking back." I snarled into the phone, trying to push the pain away from my voice.
I cut the line and threw the phone away into a dumpster before whipping out my personal phone and called Penelope next.
God, let her be alright.