Page 60 of Turmoil's Target

I barely have time to brace myself before the first punch comes flying.

I dodge, feeling the rush of air as the man’s fist passes inches from my face.

Beside me, Jolt is already in motion, grappling with the other guy.

I hear the sickening crunch of bone on bone as they trade blows.

I don’t have time to check on him, though.

The taller one is coming at me again, his eyes blazing with fury.

I meet him head-on, blocking his punches and landing a few of my own.

The man is good, but I’m better.

Years of watching my father train for his action movies have honed my reflexes to a razor’s edge.

Still, this motherfucker is relentless.

He comes at me again and again, his blows growing more desperate with each passing second.

I dodge another punch, but man it was a close one.

The sound of footsteps behind me makes me falter.

I turn, expecting to see Jolt, but it’s Damon and Dixon, their faces grim.

They jump into the fray without hesitation, taking on the suits with a ferocity that borders on savage.

Their fists fly in a brutal ballet, connecting with the suits in a chorus of grunts and the sickening thud of flesh against flesh.

Damon lands a vicious hook to the taller one’s jaw that sends him sprawling.

But he’s back up like a jack-in-the-box, gritting his teeth against the pain.

His eyes are filled with a steely resolve as he lunges at Damon again.

Dixon is dealing with the other guy, driving him back with punches that land like sledgehammers.

There’s a wild look in Dixon’s eyes, a primal rage that sends shivers down my spine, even as I keep fighting.

The scorching Las Vegas sun glares down on us, making the asphalt shimmer with heat.

In a matter of moments, it’s over.

The suits lie sprawled on the ground, groaning in pain.

Damon rounds on us, his eyes flashing with anger. “What the hell were you thinking? I told you to leave shit alone and go back to Vegas.”

Jolt shrugs, wiping blood from his split lip. “To be fair, they started on us.”

Dixon shakes his head in disgust. “It doesn’t fucking matter. You should’ve kept your heads down and got the fuck out of here like we said.”

I clench my jaw, knowing he’s right.

We shouldn’t have reacted.

What we should have done is shoved the guy back and asked him what the fuck his problem was, try to deescalate the situation.

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