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more furious. As a result, Rich's technique went out of control. |
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Chris used his fists and forearms to meet and match any punches thrown by his opponent. His face was set, his concentration on one final goal obvious. D.J. held the gun ready; Rich wouldn't get away no matter what the outcome. But she wouldn't need to use the weapon. By the time this was over her ex-husband would be the losersomething she'd always known he was anyway. |
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Rich landed a shot to Chris's face. D.J. flinched and tightened her grip on the .9 mm. But Josie, embracing D.J. with one arm, placed her other hand on the gun and frowned. D.J. relaxed. The angel was right. Chris didn't need her help. He never had. He could take care of himself and anyone else, including D.J., all by himself. |
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Rich's ring had sliced a thin cut under Christian's eye, and blood trickled down his cheek in a glistening red path. D.J. bit her lip against the cry in her throat. She would take care of his cut when this was over, she promised herself. Once Rich was behind locked doors she and Chris would be safe. They could get on with their livestogether. She'd made a promise to God just moments before, and she wouldn't break her promise. She didn't want to. |
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God had sent Josie to save Chris, and D.J. would never forget His gift. |
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D.J. returned her attention to the two men just as Christian glanced a blow off Rich's temple. He followed that punch with a shot to the stomach and then one to the nose. Only when Rich staggered and shook his head to clear away the haze did Chris step |
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