Chapter 142 She’s Got
Some Skills
Rosa had suffered severe psychological trauma. Now, she was a shell of herself–jumpy, fragile, and terrified by the slightest movement. Ever since Renee had pulled her out of that nightmare, she had clung to her like a lifeline, refusing to let go.
Renee’s gaze flicked between Nixon and Sally, disbelief tightening in her chest. She couldn’t believe what she just heard.
“You want me to take her in?” she asked after a long, tense pause. “Do you seriously think you have the right
to ask me that?”
“She’s your sister,” Nixon said, his voice unusually subdued.
Renee’s expression darkened.
“Nixon, shut up.” Sally snapped before turning to Renee. “Renee, please help Rosa,” Sally pleaded, her tone dripping with desperation. Then, in an instant, the warmth vanished from her eyes, replaced by something cold and calculating.
“If you refuse, I’ll do whatever it takes to sell the house Johnny left you.”
Renee’s gaze turned razor–sharp, cutting straight through Sally.
Slowly, she turned to Nixon. “Is this your idea too?”
He hesitated, but then muttered, “Yes. I told you before–I’d sell the house if I had to.”
“Go ahead and try,” Renee’s lips curled in a chilling smile, her voice dropping to a lethal whisper.
Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and walked away.
Behind her, Nixon’s angry curses clashed with Rosa’s desperate sobs, calling out for her.
But what did any of it have to do with her? They had made their choice years ago when they threw her out.
As she reached the parking lot, the distant hum of an approaching vehicle barely registered in her mind. But when the sound of screeching brakes tore through the air–so close that it rang in her ears–her instincts
screamed at her.
Her body tensed. She snapped her head up just as a van stopped before her. Four burly men jumped out, moving with trained precision. They surrounded her in an instant.
There was no doubt–they were after her.
Renee’s stance shifted, her senses sharpening. Predator’s instincts kicked in.
One of the men chuckled, sizing her up with a sneer. “This is the woman they said needed extra men to handle? What a joke! Look at her–tiny thing like that.”
Another man let out a crude laugh. “Step back, boys. This one’s mine.”
“Cut the crap! We need to finish this before someone shows up!”
One of them lunged, reaching for Renee with his bare hands. She dodged effortlessly. Annoyed, he tried again, convinced her first escape had been pure luck. Big mistake. With what looked like a mere flick of her wrist, Renee caught his fist mid–air and sent him flying. His 180–pound frame crashed onto the pavement with a dull thud, groaning in pain, unable to rise.
“Shit! We underestimated her! She’s got some skills!”
“Some skills?” Renee echoed, amusement flickering in her eyes.
She had barely used any real force. If she had, his arm would have snapped like a twig.
“Son of a bitch! Hold her down! I’ll make her beg for mercy!”
“Take her down!”
The remaining three men tensed up, now circling her with wariness. She wasn’t just some helpless woman- her stance, her confidence, the way she had dropped their guy without breaking a sweat… This was no ordinary
target.
No wonder their employer had insisted on bringing backup.
Renee smirked and curled a finger, taunting them. “Tell me who sent you, and maybe just maybe—I won’t
break every single bone in your bodies.”
Their faces twisted with rage. A mere woman mocking them like that? Unforgivable!
“You’re dead, bitch!”
“Enough talking! Get her!”
“Now!”
