A strong hand grabbed the back of Dean’s neck, cuffed both of his hands, and whirled around and threw him onto the floor.
Dean landed on the hardwood floor of his apartment as ungracefully as a dropped bag of potatoes. He banged his head against one of the legs of the coffee table and lay there for a moment, his head spinning too much for him to even try to stand up.
“Stay right there, criminal,” said the voice above Dean. “Try to make a run for it and I have the authority to put a bullet in your head and end your sorry excuse for a life.”
Blinking, Dean looked up and finally got a good look at his assailant, who stood under the LED lights on the ceiling of his apartment.
A woman stood above him, her body totally black. And he wasn’t referring to her skin color. She was literally blac
