Samantha
Just then, a few guards rushed in to help Clara to her feet. One of them, a tall, burly man with a baton gripped tightly in his fist, glared at me with unbridled fury.
“How dare you lay your filthy hands on our boss! You must have a death wish,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. Without warning, he lunged at me, his baton raised high, the gleam in his eyes promising violence.
Before I could even process what was happening, Sisco was already in motion. His body moved like a blur, swift and precise. In a heartbeat, his fist collided with the guard’s jaw, delivering a devastating blow. The sound of the impact echoed in the room, sharp and brutal. The guard crumpled to the floor, unconscious before he even hit the ground.
I stared, frozen in place, my heart thundering in m
