Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Brooklyn pulled into a spot and killed the engine.

Allison hung up with the cops, shoved her door open, and called over her shoulder, "Brooklyn, come on!"

Outside the bar, the night was thick and dark, neon lights flickering and casting weird shadows across the sidewalk.

Two guys were half-dragging a woman whose head lolled between them, her cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. Four more men followed close behind-six total, all of them looking her up and down with hungry, twisted grins. They looked like vultures circling a meal.

Allison didn't hesitate. She stormed over, her voice sharp and loud. "What are you doing? Let her go!"

The air reeked of spilled beer and cheap liquor.

Carolyn's face was red, sweat beading on her forehead. She barely managed to speak, her words slurred. "Hot... so hot... I don't feel good..."

Allison's eyes narrowed. Carolyn didn't just look drunk-she looked drugged.

"You gave her something, didn't you?" Allison demanded, her voice ice-cold, eyes blazing with fury.

In the glow of the neon, the men's faces looked even more twisted and cruel.

stepped forward-a bulky guy with tattoos running up his arms. He grinned at Allison, eyes raking over her. "Well, well, another hottie. You wanna

disgusting laugh, and the

by on the sidewalk. Some glanced over, others hurried past, not wanting

the tattooed guy a withering look. "You wish. You look

vanished. "What'd you say to me, bitch?" He spat at her feet, cursing

Lose a bet and had to lick the

sneered. "You wanna play tough,

going cold.

you

for this."

she was a joke. "Big

could feel the tension in

yelled, "Boys, get 'em! Rip their clothes

blink. She tossed Brooklyn

ever. "You got

the bag, grinning like idiots, thinking this would be

a