Chapter 23: Dangerous Encounters–2
I calmly pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped my hands, my lips curling in disdain. “Seriously? Not even worth the warm–up.”
Tyler, despite his dislocated shoulder, tried to strike back with his other arm. I easily sidestepped, grabbed his wrist, and flipped him over my shoulder. He slammed hard onto the floor, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.
I placed my high heel on his cheek, applying just enough pressure to make him freeze. “Go practice some more before picking fights.”
Looking over at Brock, I noticed his pants darkening with spreading blood. I clicked my tongue, a cool observation crossing my mind. Oops, maybe I kicked too hard. Did I just rupture his balls…?
The commotion had finally drawn attention. Bar staff rushed over, their faces
showing shock at the scene before them
woman in heels.
–
two grown men incapacitated by a single
Brock was whimpering now, curled into a fetal position. “Call an ambulance! f**k! It
hurts so bad!”
A crowd had gathered, including Lily and Rebecca, who had come looking when I was gone too long.
Lily’s jaw dropped as she took in the scene. “Holy s**t! Your legendary defensive moves are back in action?”
Rebecca’s eyes moved from the groaning men to me, her expression a mix of concern and admiration. “Liv, are you alright?”
I smirked lightly, tucking back a strand of hair that had fallen across my face. “Fine. With these guys? They couldn’t even touch a strand.”
Lily’s eyes shone with undisguised awe. “You’re a total badass! Should’ve learned self–defense with you back then.”
The police and ambulance arrived shortly after. The two men were loaded onto stretchers, still moaning in pain. The officers took statements from witnesses while the bar manager explained what had happened.
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Lily, Rebecca, and I were escorted to the police station to give formal statements. I remained calm throughout, my legal training serving me well in this unexpected
situation.
Hidden behind a pillar, Vanessa Reed watched the entire scene unfold with a cold
sneer. Useless trash. Two against one and still beaten bloody. Clearly, I wasn’t the weakling she had assumed. Next time, she would hire more people – real thugs, professional hitmen. She would ensure that Connor Rivers‘ precious little fiancée would suffer properly. Her violet eyes gleamed with malice as she slipped away from
the scene, already formulating her next move against the woman who dared to take what she considered rightfully hers.
At the police station, I sat calmly in the interview room, giving my statement with
professional precision. The officer across from me looked impressed by my
composure.
“The surveillance footage confirms your account, Ms. Winters,” he said, closing his
notebook. “Those men clearly initiated the harassment and assault.”
Inodded, maintaining my professional demeanor. “I only acted in self–defense.”
Just then, another officer entered with a message from the hospital. His expression
was grave as he handed a note to his colleague.
“There’s a complication,” the first officer said after reading it. “Mr. Harding’s injuries
are severe. He has a ruptured testicle that requires surgical evaluation.”
My heart sank slightly, but I kept my face neutral. As a lawyer, I understood the
potential legal implications immediately.
“If both testicles were damaged and needed removal,” the officer continued, “this
might escalate to a case of excessive self–defense, possibly constituting intentional
assault.”
The door opened again, and Connor strode in, his ice–blue eyes immediately finding
mine. Relief washed over me at the sight of him.
“What’s going on?” he demanded, his voice carrying the unmistakable authority of an
Alpha.
The officer explained the situation, concluding that they couldn’t release me until the
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hospital determined the extent of Brock’s injuries.
Connor’s jaw tightened. “This is ridiculous. She was defending herself against
attempted s****l assault.”
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He pulled out his phone, clearly ready to call in favors to get me released immediately.
I placed my hand on his arm, stopping him.
“It’s okay,” I said calmly. “Let me handle this.”
I turned back to the officers, my professional composure unshaken. “One ruptured is minor injury, two is serious. If both were removed, yes, it could be injury beyond
necessity, possibly intentional harm.”
Then I unlocked my phone and confidently played back the recording – the filthy
threats and plans for r**e captured in full. The officers‘ expressions changed as they
listened, disgust and anger replacing their previous skepticism.
My eyes were clear and cold as I placed the phone on the table. “Officer, I have
evidence these two attempted s****I assault. My resistance was justified against
violent crime. It does not constitute excessive self–defense.”
Fixing my gaze steadily on the police officer, I added resolutely, “I am now formally reporting an attempted rape.” My voice was firm and unwavering.
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