THIRTY TWO

NORA

I was so relieved when Jordan showed up. He was my only hope of getting out of this mess.

But I couldn't help but feel worried. I knew he was a good fighter, but these guys looked like they meant business. As the punches started flying, my heart sank. I could only watch in horror as the blows landed. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion.

I wanted to look away, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene. I just hoped it would be over soon.

As the fight progressed, I could see that Jordan was starting to tire. The men were relentless, and he was beginning to slow down.

I bit my lip, my hands clenched into fists. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help, but I was terrified. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw something glinting in the shadows. I turned to look, and my breath caught in my throat.

A gun. I had to do something.

Instead of reaching for the gun, I planted my feet and kicked one of the men in the stomach.

He doubled over in pain, and I used th