Michaels shoved me roughly out the door and into the hallway, as Drake's sinister laugh echoed in the room behind us. Annie followed Michaels out the door. I walked down a narrow hallway, followed by Michaels, when I turned to look at him. We were alone.
"Where to now?" I asked menacingly, when behind him, Annie lifted the hem of her mini dress. I knew I had to keep him talking.
"Just keep walking, lady," Michaels replied, then shoved me again, but this time, I didn't budge.
A slight grin curled the side of my lips as I shook my head. "Na ... I don't think so," I said, stalling. Behind him, Annie silently pulled a Ballistics knife from a sheath in a garter strapped high at the top of her thigh. "You know why?"
Michaels stepped closer to me until we were nose to nose. My eyes never
