Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 368

No one saw it coming-the chaos hit them like a bolt from the blue. Just as they were about to step into the restaurant, two men burst out of nowhere.

Both were clad in black masks and caps, blending into the shadows. The taller of the two had a ripped build, tattoos winding around his muscular arms under a white tee. His partner was shorter, less imposing but no less threatening.

Allison and Brooklyn were quick on their feet, sidestepping the sudden threat.

"Boss, stay back! I got this. You get them out of here!" Brooklyn called out, deftly dodging a knife swipe from the muscular guy and landing a solid punch on his jaw.

Joy and Breanna were frozen in fear, faces pale as sheets. Memories of a past incident at Summit & Vale Solicitors, where a knife-wielding maniac had almost struck, came rushing back for Joy, paralyzing her with dread.

Allison, eyes sharp and focused, grabbed Joy and Breanna, urging, "Run for it!!!"

Snapping back to reality, Joy followed Allison's lead. Breanna, shaken to her core, wobbled in her high heels. Within moments, her ankle gave way, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Brooklyn, locked in combat with the two men, quickly realized they weren't your run-of-the-mill troublemakers. These guys were clearly trained mercenaries. But Brooklyn had tangled with mercenaries before, and she wasn't backing down.

The shorter man spotted Breanna on the ground and seized the chance to bolt towards Allison and Breanna.

"Breanna, can you get up?" Allison asked, urgency in her voice.

"It's killing me," Breanna replied, struggling to stand with Allison's help, unable to put weight on her injured foot.

knife in hand, aiming for

second thought, Allison shoved Breanna aside and took

on the grassy verge, watching in shock as Allison fought back with unexpected prowess. But the moment for surprise was brief, pain from her ankle and fear washed

rushed to Breanna's side,

in pain, said, "I can't

"I'll help you."

phone to call the police. Others around

noticed Allison in trouble. With a fierce kick, she sent the man

her opponent was no slouch. After a few exchanges, she realized he was

Allison was losing ground.

hand clamped onto the attacker's wrist, squeezing

arrived just in time,

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heart, but the

shorter man subdued, the knife now held firmly at his throat. If not for the public setting and the laws holding her back, she might have ended him

thug, seeing his partner

Brooklyn smirked, "Rookie mistake."

pulled a vial from her pocket, snapped it open, and dabbed the liquid on

of an eye, she

in the calf Trained as he was, he didn't make a sound, but he didn't