Rourke finally arrived, sirens wailing two blocks away. He jogged up, out of breath. “You’re going to get us killed, Angel.”
She dropped two stories, landing with the soft grace of a cat on a dumpster lid. The men turned. The one with the gold tooth had time to blink. She dislocated his wrist before he could pull the trigger. The second swung a pipe—she ducked, her elbow finding his ribs like a hammer. The third ran. The fourth, the leader, grabbed a woman hostage. Black Angelika - A hot police woman -11.05.2017...
The game wasn’t over. It had just begun. Rourke finally arrived, sirens wailing two blocks away
November 5, 2017
“Back off, cop,” he hissed.
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