Chapter 8
“Is that all you got?” Carter taunted her before catching her fist she aimed for his smug face and caught it.
“Bastard.” She snarled trying to pull her hand back, but he refused to let go. His grip wasn’t painful, but she wasn’t getting out of it without hurting herself.
For the past hour she had been getting her ass handed to her. This was pathetic. She was an FBI agent and she was getting beaten. To be fair it was by a Delta Force operative. That was like going up against a SEAL. She knew he wouldn’t make it easy on her but she had hoped to get a few more swings in than she had. She wasn’t that rusty. Some of the skin tissue on her arm from the blast pulled but doctors told her that may never go away. She would just have to learn to live with the pain. That was fine with her
