[Denali’s POV]
Fear rushes through me as I continue to stare the two men down. Despite being worried for myself, I was also extremely worried about Marty, who had yet to show up.
“Put the weapon down,” one of the men announces, c*****g his g*n. “Otherwise we will be forced to use force.”
Put my weapon down. Was he out of his mind? Did he think I would simply go along with whatever it was that they were planning? I simply needed to keep them occupied until Rosco returned or Marty managed to stop the ones still in the living room.
“Use all the force you need to,” I respond, holding up my weapon.
Smirking, the man moves forward, attempting to hit me with his g*n, only for me to dodge and then rush toward the kitchen’s exit. I only manage to reach the doorway before my hair is grabbed.
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