Ririko watched the stupid hulking brute move toward her.
She had already planned how to coil her hair around them, scare them shitless, then squeeze out their brains and smear them across the walls...
Suddenly, a figure burst out of the warehouse shadows.
She narrowed her eyes. What was Harvey doing here?
Wasn't he reading at the café?
Harvey moved with ruthless precision, driving a kick into the boss's lower back.
The boss pitched forward, his stupid face hitting the floor with a dull thud.
Harvey planted another kick in his thick neck, leaving the fat-laden body unable to move.
Baseball Cap pulled a switchblade from his pocket and lunged at Harvey.
Harvey sidestepped, seized Baseball Cap's knife-wielding wrist, and twisted it backward.
Baseball Cap screamed. His arm snapped with a crack, and the switchblade fell from his hand.
Scarface charged with his fists swinging. Harvey turned, ducked low, and punched the tall, skinny man in the stomach.
Scarface clutched his stomach and doubled over, stumbling back two steps. On the third, he backed into the remaining man, and both crashed heavily to the floor.
Harvey pulled a gun off the boss, his eyes as cold as a bottomless, frozen pool.
He addressed the men. "Who's next?"
Ririko sat on the broken chair, watching Harvey stand among the men he had beaten down. A few strands of his golden-brown hair hung over his forehead, and his chest heaved.
She knew he was smart. He had finished at the top of his law school class and earned the highest score on the bar exam, but she hadn't known he was this good in a fight, too.
This bookworm looked so cool when he fought.
The thugs lay trembling on the floor, all begging for mercy.
Harvey walked over to Ririko, crouched