Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

All the guys had charged straight at Brooklyn, leaving Carolyn slumped and alone. Allison rushed over, catching her just in time. "Ms. Witt, wake up! It's me, Allison."

With the guys distracted, Allison wrapped an arm around Carolyn and hustled her toward the car. “Hang in there, Ms. Witt. I'm getting you to the hospital.”

Meanwhile, the men were going after Brooklyn like they had something to prove. Big mistake.

Brooklyn, dressed head-to-toe in sleek black, moved like she owned the night- eyes sharp, every motion quick and lethal. She ducked and weaved between them, taking down one after another with brutal, almost effortless precision. A sharp elbow sent one guy with a buzz cut crashing to the ground; a perfect spinning kick smashed into another's face, leaving his nose bloodied and misshapen.

A tattooed man charged at her, eyes wild. Brooklyn sidestepped, using his own momentum to flip him hard onto the pavement.

In less than ten minutes, it was over. The men lay sprawled out, groaning and defeated, not one able to stand.

hard look-no sympathy, no words. She barely broke a sweat, and none of those creeps had even gotten close to Allison, let alone laid

the fight was long done. Two officers stepped out, taking

her, disbelief written all over his face. "Wait, you're

just nodded, her expression unreadable.

"Officer, they attacked us first. This was self-defense. There were more of them than us. If my friend hadn't known how to fight, we wouldn't have made

were planning to hurt her. I'm taking her to the hospital for a checkup. You're welcome to send someone with us. The test results will

said, "Okay, ma'am take your friend to the hospital. My partner will go with you. The other

Carolyn to

the police