ARIA’S POV
I don’t give them any time to think. With full determination, I charge at them, my movements swift and decisive. My focus is solely on protecting Stella and putting an end to their harassment once and for all. As I close the distance between us, adrenaline propels me forward, ready to confront them head–on and defend what’s right.
The dimly lit bar provides the backdrop for our confrontation, the air thick with tension as the other patrons look on in surprise and alarm.
With a swift movement, I lunge towards the nearest assailant, aiming a precise strike at his midsection. His surprised grunt fills the air as my fist connects with his abdomen, momentarily winding him and giving me an opening to press forward. Before he can fully recover, I pivot to face the next attacker, my movements fluid and controlled.
The sound of groans and curses fills the space as the altercation intensifies. Each blow I deliver is met with resistance, but I refuse to relent, fueled by the need to protect Stella and put an end to the harassment. Despite the chaos unfolding around us, my focus remains unwavering, honed in on the task at hand.
As the scuffle continues, the rush coursing through my veins, heightens my senses and sharpens my reflexes. Every move becomes instinctual, a dance of combat and defense as I fend off the attackers with precision and determination.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the confrontation reaches its climax. With a final burst of energy, I deliver a decisive blow that sends the remaining assailants staggering backwards, their resolve finally broken. As the chaos subsides, I stand victorious, my chest heaving with exertion but my resolve unbroken.
As the chaos begins to subside, my attention shifts to the remaining assailants, intent on ensuring they pose no further threat. However, my focus is shattered as one of the men pulls out a knife from the back of his pocket, his intentions clear as he rushes towards me with deadly intent
A wave of astonishment washes over me as I realize the gravity of the situation. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my energy reserves depleted from the intense confrontation. The sight of the glinting blade fills me with a sense of dread, casting doubt on my ability to dodge or defend against the impending attack.
I know I must act quickly to evade the oncoming threat. Every instinct screams at me to move, to find a way out of harm’s way. But as the assailant closes the distance between us, a flicker of uncertainty clouds my mind, casting a shadow over my resolve.
Just then, someone pushes the guy away from me, their intervention swift and decisive. With a surprised shout, the assailant stumbles backward, his momentum sending him crashing into the corner of the room with a sickening thud. The sound of his head striking the hard surface reverberates through the bar, causing a collective gasp to ripple through the onlookers.
As the assailant crumples to the ground, stunned and dazed from the impact, a sense of relief washes over me. The danger has been averted, at least for now, thanks to the timely intervention. When I see my rescuer’s face, I am stunned..
“Adam?!”
The shock of seeing him here, in the middle of this chaos, leaves me momentarily speechless.
Adam quickly scans me for injuries, his eyes softening with relief when he sees that I am unharmed. Despite the kick still pumping through my veins, I can’t help but feel a wave of gratitude and unexpected warmt.. his presence. I rush to him and that’s the time the three men ran off.
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CHAPTER 114
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Unfortunately, blood is dripping from inside his palm to his wrist, I shiver with fright.
“I’m fine… Adam! But you’re hurt!”
Stella gasps at the sight, but Adam doesn’t seem faze by his wound. However, this is the time when George appears and starts hurling insults at me.
“Look what have you done! Because of you, Adam is hurt!”
He further goes on telling me that I am a woman, alone in the bar God knows doing what with these kind of men and that his friend is the one who got injured instead. George’s words are poignant, cutting deep.
“Shut the fuck up, George! Who asked you to interfere?”
Despite his injury, Adam stares at George sternly and grits his teeth out of anger.
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