Chapter 27

I was right about the element of surprise, as the Russian jerked his head around to the left to see me charging down on him, screaming wildly.  He had relaxed his grip on Kim’s neck, and the other hand, which had been holding the rifle pointing at Andre, was now swinging in my direction.  I had pulled my right arm all the way back, fist clenched, and now swung it forward with all my might, hitting the Russian squarely on the side of his face.  It hurt like hell!  My hand felt as if it had just been crushed by a cement block, but I could also tell that it had done what was required.  The Russian’s head rocked sideways, the rifle dropping from his hands as he toppled past Kim and onto the bed.  As his grip on her relaxed...

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