Page 13 of Saved by my Baby Daddy Spy
I watch as the men discuss before a disagreement ensues. I can barely make out the words that they are saying but I know that Holden is in big trouble.They outnumber him and it’s not going to be a fair fight if it comes to that.
I mean, Holden is in top shape, I should know. His athletic build and his muscles that seem to always bulge out of his shirt effortlessly. My mind briefly trails to the night at my place but I dash back to reality as soon as I feel my teeth grit my bottom lip.
I focus on the men who looked like they could become violent anytime from now. The two imposing figures at the other end of the alley, their silhouettes ominously framed against the graffiti-laden walls. Towering over Holden, these men emanate a menacing aura that lingers in the air.
The first, a hulking mass of muscle with a shaved head and a tattooed sleeve, exudes a raw physicality that hints at a life defined by brute force. His eyes, set beneath a furrowed brow, gleam with a simmering intensity, like a coiled spring ready to unleash its power. The way his fingers rhythmically tap against his thigh suggests a restless energy that could erupt at any moment.
The second man is standing next to him, his demeanor more menacing than genuine. With his broad shoulders and he's built like a heavyweight boxer, the tailored suit he wears is an odd match that gives him an unpredictable air. His stern, chiseled face continues to be a stoic mask, hiding any potential storm beneath.
I notice Holden trying to calm the situation, I guess they want something from him and he’s not giving it. He has to be a drug dealer. He doesn’t look like one but he is secretive, has a lot of money and he acts so calm under pressure. He is either a drug dealer or a spy.
Oh shit. I watch in fear as one of the men throws a jab at Holden. I expect to see him on the floor but he’s still standing, he dodged it. That was crazy! How did he manage to dodge something that my eye barely caught, did drug dealers have that kind of reflex?
My curiosity piques and I find myself interested in this standoff. The same guy repeatedly throws punches and Holden dodges them effortlessly. It wasn’t until he returned a punch that sent the buff man flying towards my direction that the second man intervened.
The man attacks Holden more violently than his colleague and one of the punches lands on the side of Holden’s face. He staggers and falls to the ground. Instinctively, I blow my cover and rush over to him.
“Holden! What the hell!” I go to grab him, but the second man grabs me.
I scream as I kick at the man holding me while tearing at his bare arms. Holden’s wallet drops to the ground as I scratch my nails along the man’s skin, trying to make him bleed.
They say that if you’re being attacked to fight back with everything you have. Give the police some sort of DNA to trace.
“Let go of her,” Holden says as he lunges toward me. His voice is a growl that I don’t recognize as he rips the man away from me.
I drop to the ground, trying to catch my breath as I hear a sickening crunch behind me. The man falls to the ground and blood pours from his nose. Holden stands above me, his chest heaving.
When I look at him, I see a person I don’t recognize.
“What the hell is going on?” My chest constricts and it feels like the world is closing in around me.
“Little busy right now,” Holden says, his fist colliding with the the a second man’s side as he lunges at him.
The other man with a sleeve tattoo gets up from the ground and throws himself at Holden. To my surprise, Holden doesn’t seem phased fazed by the two men trying to fight him. He dodges their punches with ease, throwing punches of his own that don’t fail to connect with his assailants. ones of his own. His foot lands in the middle of one man’s chest as he kicks him backward.
The man collides with the brick wall behind him and tumbles to the ground.
Everything in me screams at me to run.
You shouldn’t be here. You need to leave. They have guns and you are way in over your head. You’ll get hurt. Holden is a dangerous man. He’s beating up other men. You need to get out of here before you get hurt.
Except, I can’t pull myself eyes away from the fight. There is something graceful about the way he moves, dipping and ducking as he focuses on the only man left standing. He hit the man in specific areas of his body, going for his chin, nose and his sides everytime he’s not blocking or dodging. I can tell that he has experience in this. Is he a boxer or some sort of martial artist?
I scramble backward and out of the way, pressing myself against a wall as the first man gets to his feet. The other is still on the ground, breathing but not moving.
My hands are shaking as I get to my feet and consider running. I could still get away while the man is distracted.
I could disappear before Holden tries to talk to me about whatever is happening. I don’t want to be involved in it at all.
Who the hell is this man I slept with?
Holden groans as the man slams his shoulder into Holden’s torso and forces him back against the wall. I start looking around for something I can wield to help, thinking that he’s going to need it with the way the man is hitting him.
People stop at the entrance of the alley, shouting at us. Other people are pulling out their phones. In the distance I hear sirens shrieking.
Holden slams his fist into the man’s stomach before his other one collides with the man’s face. The man stumbles into the window, leaving a blood smear on the glass.
I watch, horrified as Holden grabs the man by the hair and slams the man’s face into the glass. The man drops to the ground, unconscious.
