Use what is near you. Balance. Elbow. Knee. Hard surfaces are your friends. Vee thought remembering everything her instructor had taught her.
One of the men reached for her arm. She twisted sharply, grabbing his sleeve and using his momentum against him. He cursed, surprised by the resistance, but surprise was all she needed. She slammed him sideways against the edge of the open car door with everything she had.
The impact rang through the metal. The man dropped. Tony shouted her name again in fear and disbelief.
She turned immediately, aiming for the next one, breath ragged, cheek burning, heart pounding. An arm locked around her from behind.
A gun appeared in front of her face. Vee went still, breathing hard, every muscle in her body screaming to fight and every instinct warning her that one wrong move would end badly.
The man behind her tightened his grip. "Enough," he growled.
Vee's eyes lifted, even with her vision still swimming. She swallowed, tasting blood.
