Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 368

No one saw it coming—the chaos hit them like a bolt from the blue. Just as they were about to step into the restaurant, two men burst out of nowhere.

Both were clad in black masks and caps, blending into the shadows. The taller of the two had a ripped build, tattoos winding around his muscular arms under a white tee. His partner was shorter, less imposing but no less threatening.

Allison and Brooklyn were quick on their feet, sidestepping the sudden threat.

"Boss, stay back! I got this. You get them out of here!" Brooklyn called out, deftly dodging a knife swipe from the muscular guy and landing a solid punch on his jaw.

Joy and Breanna were frozen in fear, faces pale as sheets. Memories of a past incident at Summit & Vale Solicitors, where a knife-wielding maniac had almost struck, came rushing back for Joy, paralyzing her with dread.

Allison, eyes sharp and focused, grabbed Joy and Breanna, urging, "Run for it!!!"

Snapping back to reality, Joy followed Allison's lead. Breanna, shaken to her core, wobbled in her high heels. Within moments, her ankle gave way, sending her sprawling to the ground.

Brooklyn, locked in combat with the two men, quickly realized they weren't your run-of-the-mill troublemakers. These guys were clearly trained mercenaries. But Brooklyn had tangled with mercenaries before, and she wasn't backing down.

The shorter man spotted Breanna on the ground and seized the chance to bolt towards Allison and Breanna.

"Breanna, can you get up?" Allison asked, urgency in her voice.

"It’s killing me," Breanna replied, struggling to stand with Allison's help, unable to put weight on her injured foot.

The shorter man closed in, knife in hand, aiming for Breanna.

Without a second thought, Allison shoved Breanna aside and took on the assailant herself.

Breanna landed on the grassy verge, watching in shock as Allison fought back with unexpected prowess. But the moment for surprise was brief, pain from her ankle and fear washed over her, sweat beading on her brow.

Joy rushed to Breanna’s side, "Breanna, we have to move."

Breanna, grimacing in pain, said, "I can’t walk."

"I'll help you."

Joy helped Breanna up and immediately reached for her phone to call the police. Others around them were already dialing for help.

Brooklyn, having dealt with the muscular mercenary, noticed Allison in trouble. With a fierce kick, she sent the man flying and dashed to assist Allison.

Allison was skilled, but her opponent was no slouch. After a few exchanges, she realized he was more than just a street thug—he was trained, sharper than any bodyguard she’d faced before.