On The Border - Marry Him Or Die

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Angel’s POV

“The first thing I’m going to do is take out that smug attitude right from that smart mouth of yours” he said darkly while still holding on to my hair.

“I learned that from my fiancée you son of a bitch, the one that will make sure you die in the most painful way when he finds you” I said calmly.

“Too bad you won’t be here to see if it will happen or not” he said sarcastically.

I chuckled humorously “Oh it will happen, mark my words. Now, are you going to man up and fight fair, or take the pussy way out”

Lucas’s provocative attitude was completely rubbing off on me and I can’t deny, it was serving me well right now.

His hold tightens on my hair and I feel a few strands snap from the intensity “I’m going to make you eat your words Angelina. One by one” he said tightly before releasing me.

He stood in front of me and began to open my cuffs.

“Angelina” Diana whispered agonizingly.

I looked at her while Kyle worked on my handcuffs and gave her a reassuring nod to let me do this my way.

Her tears were flowing non stop and her eyes were screaming in pain and helplessness.

She knew what I was doing but she didn’t know what she could do to save me without endangering April or Jenny.

No matter what, she’s losing one of her girls. But I’d rather it be me than any of them. This was my burden to carry, not theirs.

I barely maintained my standing position when my hands were free, but I wobbled in my place a little. The blows I took already put me at a huge disadvantage.

I wasn’t going to hold my own for a long time.

“Any final words you’d like to say to your beloved, soon-to-be-dead fiancée, now is your one and only shot” he said sarcastically as he pointed at the camera phone still recording while taking off his suit jacket and handing it to one of his men.

I looked straight at the camera and said softly “Enjoy the show, baby. I love you. Don’t worry, he’s still going to be functional enough for you to finish him off, once I’m done beating up his ass” and then I winked at the camera.

Kyle laughed under his breath and said smugly “If you’re done bragging, let’s begin the show and see who is going to be more functional between us”

“Can’t wait” I hissed as I lunged at him, completely ignoring my chest’s overwhelming pain. I never broke a rib before, and it fucking hurts like a son of a bitch, but at least it wasn’t a dislocated shoulder or a broken arm.

I missed my shot by a few inches and backed away immediately before he retaliated.

His fist hit the thin air and I took advantage of the open shot he was providing me and landed a vicious kick to his abdomen, causing him to double over while clutching his stomach with both hands and coughing violently.

I didn’t even exert that much effort yet, and I was out of breath already, my chest tightening and making the act of breathing hurt more and more with every inhale and exhale.

I dodged his fast attack to my chest and punched him in the side of his face, making him grunt in pain. I was pretty sure his left ear was ringing very loudly at the moment. Payback is a bitch. I just have to crack a few ribs and I’d say we will be pretty evenly matched then.

I figured out his fighting tactic right away. He was aiming for my chest constantly, and I’ll give him the praise where its due, it was a good one, the best at beating me down quickly. One small hit to my chest and I’ll be down on the ground without any chance of getting back up again. It’ll be over.

That’s why I did everything I can to protect that area while still landing a few hits and kicks here and there.

Even badly injured, he was no match for me. Like I expected, he wasn’t that much of a fighter. I guess when you have men to fight your battles for you and a gun to end things instantly, physical fighting doesn’t really rank high on his list of priorities.

I held my own pretty good for a decent amount of time, I was more proud of myself for doing a better job at holding my own than I was expecting. How much time passed? I couldn’t really tell but I’ll go ahead and say it was more than ten minutes.

In all that time, I didn’t let him come any closer to hitting me, while I pretty much kicked the crap out of him, much to my satisfaction.

I was hardly breathing by the time he went down, howling and holding his definitely injured, sore balls which I just landed a harsh blow on. What can I say? I just love that move so damn much I couldn’t resist from letting him have a taste of it. I bet he never got kicked there before, judging by the death glare he was giving me and the tears in his eyes.

Serves you right, you son of a bitch.

“You little whore! Hold her!” he ordered darkly.

Shit! Now that’s bad. Of course he won’t fight fair when he realized that he was losing and getting his dignity ripped to pieces in front of his own men by a little injured girl.

I whirled around just in time to evade the hands that were about to grab my arms and punched one of the men coming at me in the throat, causing him to choke and struggle for air.

It was futile really, there were too many of them and after seeing everything I was capable of, they weren’t going to take turns by trying to get a hold on me one by one.

They fucking ganged up on me.

But I wasn’t going down without a fight, not before I spend every breath I have left trying to survive, I owed it to Lucas not to give up and surrender easily to my impending death.

One of them jumped me and pinned my arms with a rear bear hug while the other one came at me from the front, I quickly took a wide step back, held one of his thighs and pulled it up, throwing him off balance and causing his arms around me to loosen, I pushed him until we fell down, and used my legs to kick the one coming at me from the front violently. He fell down on his back with an audible thud.

I quickly got off the man under me and stood on my feet when the next attack came before I could have time or strength to stop it.

Two men threw themselves at me, knocking the breath I had left out of me and pinned me to the ground on my front, while one knee got painfully positioned on the middle of my back to keep me from resisting again, causing me to scream out in pain as the pressure was further injuring my broken rib.

“Handcuff her hands behind her back and make her kneel” I heard Kyle say menacingly from behind.

My fighting chances were over this time so I focused on ensuring that he doesn’t touch anyone before he’s completely done with me.

They lifted me up onto my knees and made me face him before backing away from me.

He was standing in front of Diana, April, and Jenny, his back to them.

My eyes shifted over to them swiftly before they focused back on him. Jenny was still struggling to keep her focus but I could see her tears falling down her face; along with April’s and Diana’s, but despite her own suffering, she held my gaze with a fierce, determined look as she mouthed at me in silent words that I clearly understood “Hold on”

For what?

Was it my imagination or did she seem to know something I don’t?