Chapter 5

The frying pan smashed down, leaving the creep who was pinning me down totally dazed before he even knew what hit him.

Brody gripped a wooden stick, his eyes blazing with fury as he charged at the thugs.

"Let her go, you animals!" he yelled.

He swung the stick like a man possessed, forcing the thugs to stumble back, totally caught off guard.

But he was outnumbered. In no time, they closed in on him; someone yanked the stick right out of his hands, and then they all started beating the crap out of him, fists and feet flying everywhere.