Chapter 67

What is this man doing?

I try to push him off me, but he resists. He is strong, and heavy.

“Get off me.” I say as I struggle to push him off. He moan when my knee hits his groin and I continue my struggle.

“James, get the hell off me!” I yell and my assassin instincts kick in.

I knee him hard in the stomach and he doubles over. He removes himself immediately from over me and falls to the couch.

“Crap.” He cries in pain as he holds his abdomen and I stand to my feet.

“What the hell was that, James?!” I yell in anger. He balls up and groans in pain as he avoids looking at me.

Despite him already being in pain, I give him a solid kick in his face and he falls to the ground with a thud.

“I swear, you try that crap next time, I will murder you.” I threaten him as he holds where I just hit him, which is his jaw.

I watch him in disgust as he tries to stand up from the floor, but he seems disoriented.