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Brielle slipped out of her office, the sleek tailored blazer draped over her arm. Her car had
inconveniently hit warranty just days ago and was towed to the dealership for the fourth
time. Without her usual ride, she was relegated to hailing cabs for her commute.
She hailed a cab, and as she bent to get in, she was concerned about the blazer getting
dirty. Therefore, she took it off, neatly folded it, and placed it on her lap before entering.
As the cab approached her apartment complex, a place chosen more for its price than its
neighborhood, she handed the driver his fare and stepped out onto the curb.
The area was a cultural mishmash, a stark contrast to the polished corporate world she
navigated daily. Public housing units crowded around her building, and the streets were a
melting pot of characters.
A group of young men loitered by the entrance, each with a cigarette in hand, enveloping
themselves in clouds of smoke. The security booth had long been abandoned, and any
guard who might have been on duty would turn a blind eye to the scene unfolding before
them.
Brielle frowned, her gaze fixed on the ground as she quickened her pace. But the
ringleader of the group flicked his cigarette butt away and sauntered over with hands
buried in his pockets. His cronies followed, their laughter echoing through the night air.
Clearly, they’d been waiting here for a while.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Stop right there,” the leader commanded, reaching out to block her path, his other hand
clamping around her throat.
The strong scent of tobacco invaded Brielle’s nostrils. Instinctively, she stomped on his
foot and jerked back.
“Ow!” the man yelped. His patience gone, he grabbed Brielle’s head and slammed it
against the railing.
Despite Brielle’s self–defense training, the disparity in strength between her and the six
men was too great. Her blazer was yanked from her grip, and rough hands shoved her to
the ground like discarded trash. Brielle sputtered, struggling to find her footing.
The men whistled and closed in, smirks plastered on their faces. “Didn’t ex
taunted.
Brielle edged backward. “You’ve got the wrong person,” she insisted.
a little fight from you,” one
The leader, a scar tracing down his cheek, crouched before her and yanked her head back
by her hair, scrutinizing her features. “No mistake here, Brielle, right? Someone paid us to
teach you a lesson.”
The stench of his breath was nauseating. Should she scream for help? No, it was late and
the streets were deserted. It would only provoke them further.
“How much did they pay you? I’ll double it,” she offered, her voice steady despite the fear.
The man lit another cigarette, blew smoke in her face, and sneered, “We have principles,
Ms. Brielle. Blame your own bad luck for crossing people you shouldn’t have.”
Retreating further, she felt the sharp pain in her ankle. Her phone, pre–dialed to
emergency services, was concealed in her sleeve. The police station was less than two
miles away; they could arrive in under ten minutes.
She forced a smile, buying time, “You know, there are many Brielle’s out there. Maybe
you’ve got the wrong one?”
The man scoffed, flicking his spent cigarette to the ground. “Enough crap. I’ve seen your
picture. Pretty face, but
you shouldn’t have messed with the wrong girl’s man. The orders were clear–to ruin your
beauty.”
He pulled out a switchblade, the glint of malice flashing in his eyes. “Ms. Brielle, the price
for that face of yours is quite high.”
Brielle backed away, her hands finding dirt. She kept her expression calm as he raised the
blade.
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In a split–second move, she threw the dirt in his face and kicked off her heels, sprinting
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmaway. The man cursed, spitting out dirt, and ordered the others to give chase.
Halfway to safety, her foot was sliced by shattered glass. She fell hard to the pavement,
and the men slowed, twirling their knives with sinister intent.
“Keep running, why don’t you?” one jeered.
“You’re pretty clever, buying time like that,” another said. “Too bad no one’s coming to
save you tonight.”
As they spoke, the distant wail of sirens filled the air. Police cruisers appeared on the
horizon.
Brielle barely had time to feel relief before the leader stepped forward, tossing the
switchblade into the bushes and clamping a hand over her mouth. The others scattered,
grabbing the blade before disappearing.
Brielle struggled against her captor’s grip as two officers approached.
“Just playing around with my girlfriend,” the man lied smoothly as Brielle elbowed him in
the chest. He staggered back, feigning surrender as the officers stepped in to shield her.
“I’m not his girlfriend. He attacked me,” Brielle clarified.
To her astonishment, the man took a phone from his pocket, displaying a gallery of cozy
photos with Brielle–embraces, kisses, all manner of intimacy.
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