Chapter 83: Playing with Fire
No matter how weak Elias looked or how little upper-body strength he had, a knee was still one of the hardest points on the human body, and a stomach was still one of the softest. When the two collided at close range, the outcome had never been in doubt.
Serena Blackwood folded on the spot.
The blow was not enough to black her out, but the pain that detonated through her abdomen was sharp enough to clear her head. It told her, with humiliating clarity, that she had pushed too hard. Even a rabbit would bare its teeth if you cornered it long enough, and Elias was already frayed to the point of snapping. If she had not driven him there, he would never have done this.
"You little whore," she hissed.
Her hand left his jaw. A second later she had both his wrists and one ankle under control instead, pinning him with brute fury rather than finesse. Her voice dropped into a ragged bark.
"Get out of the car."
