Lock Them Up

‘Stop that!’ A figure dashed out of nowhere and stood in front of Kira. Giana panted. The taxi driver refused to go further when the Rolls-Royce turned onto the patch of no man’s land. ‘That’s the rough area in town.’ He shook his head. ‘I’m not going in there. I advise you not to go, either.’ ‘I have to go. My friend’s in trouble.’ Giana paid him a in hurry, jumped out of the car and started sprinting. She didn’t know who else was in the Rolls-Royce, but it sure as hell was not Kira’s manager. Her heart almost stopped when she spotted a figure about to kick Kira’s face. Before she could get a good look at the woman’s face, Giana delivered a palm heel strike and knocked the woman to the ground. Frank sprang to his feet. He aimed a straight punch at the intruder’s face. Giana held an eight-degree black belt in taekwondo. Amateurs wouldn’t survive thirty seconds in a sparring contest with her. But she trained in the safe environment of a dojang, whereas Frank honed his combat skills in n