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Remembering a move she’d once seen in an action movie, she spread her arms wide to give her momentum and then clapped her hands over Mark’s ears with as much force as she could muster.

“Dammit!” Mark screamed, releasing her. He grabbed his ears.

His temporary disorientation gave her the chance to roll away from him. She crawled to the door and even made it to her feet but once again as she reached the door, Mark gripped her shirt.

Amina wrenched herself out of his grasp knowing that she wouldn’t get out of this hotel room without a fight. She whirled around with her fist clenched and gave Mark a right hook to the jaw.

He stumbled backward.

Amina made her way to the door once again, but then she remembered all the times he’d put her down, terrorized her, and beat her into submission, Amina realized he was owed a lot more than just one punch.

Getting in the stance Ethan taught her, she checked his chin with a left followed by a right. Then she belted him in thestomach. Rage carried her as she began to rain blows to his head and chest.

She made sure to clock him in the ears a couple times, knowing with absolute certainty that she’d ruptured one of his ear drums judging from the blood oozing down the side of his face.

Mark tried fighting back, throwing wild punches in her direction, but he was off balance and wounded.

Amina released a primal scream as she sent a blow to his stomach making him bend over. With her adrenaline racing through her veins she reared her foot back and kicked her directly in the face.

The sickening crunch of bone followed by Mark’s howl of agony didn’t stop Amina when he fell to the ground. She delivered kick after kick to his body, not caring if she killed him.

That’s enough baby.

The words were her grandmother’s but there was no one else in the room except Mark who was passed out and Candace crying on the floor holding her knee.

Just then a pounding on the door sounded. Amina turned to answer it, but her head grew fuzzy.

Finally able to open the door, her heart was lifted in relief when she saw Ethan standing on the other side.

Amina smiled tiredly. “You came,” she whispered before everything went black.

Chapter

Twenty-Six

“I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to meet with you Glen, but there’s been a lot going on,” Ethan took a seat at the table where Glen had been waiting for him.

After Amina collapsed in his arms, Ethan feared the worse, especially when he noted the bruises around her neck and her swollen cheek. But once he fully accessed the situation, words escaped him.

He wasn’t sure who needed rescuing, Amina, Mark or her cousin Candace.

Ethan couldn’t believe his sweet, meek Amina had fucked her two tormentors up so thoroughly that they needed medical attention when the police finally arrived.

Mark had been beaten so badly, the police didn’t know who to arrest. Amina and Ethan explained Mark’s harassment and sited the complaint Amina had already filed with the police department. The bruises around Amina’s neck sealed Mark and Candace’s fate and they were both taken to the hospital for treatment, in handcuffs.

Ethan had a feeling that those two would never bother Amina again unless they wanted more of the same. The one thing aboutbullies was that they only bullied people who were afraid of them.

Amina was definitely no longer afraid.

Amina suffered from a bruised windpipe which made it hard for her to swallow. Ethan insisted on her getting an x-ray to determine the extensiveness of the damage. Thankfully, all her treatment required was resting her voice, avoiding strenuous activity and using ice packs.

Fortunately, Ethan didn’t have any surgeries for the remainder of the week and was able to stay home with Amina.

Once he was assured that Amina would be okay, he finally took the chance to listen to Glen’s voicemail which brought him to the café they decided to meet in for coffee while they discussed Ethan’s case.

“It’s okay. I know you’ve had lot going on. How’s Amina by the way?”

“She’s doing better she just can’t keep still. I tell her she has to rest but she doesn’t listen. She’s got it in her head that she wants to redecorate our condo. I don’t mind as long as she doesn’t try to move any furniture on her own”

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