Chapter 172

As this Russian man advanced toward me with rage in his eyes, I thought I would have felt fear, but all I feel is anger. Anger fuels every part of my body and soul, giving me a strength that I can not explain or fathom.

I dodge his punch and his fist hits the wall with a heavy force, giving me the opportunity to cause damage to him in the few seconds of advantage I have been given.

I kick him hard in his abdomen and he doubles over in pain as a string of cusses escapes his mouth. Natalie is on her feet already and she has withdrawn her gun.

“So this has been your plan, huh?” He asks as he tries to catch his breath, a look of disappointment plastering his face.

“Do you think this is the life I want?” She avoids his question and asks her own. The gun is aimed at Russell and although he has gained his composure, he dares not to make any sudden moves, for he knows that he could get shot.

“You ungrateful brat, you act as if I took away your entire life by locking you in a cage,” He replies