Selina's POV
Behind my heels was a sharp blade. I jumped up immediately and threw a kick his way. My blade heels tore his suit and sliced across his chest; he staggered back. When Robert attempted to run, I grabbed his shirt and threw a hard punch to his face. I pulled him in again and gave him a nod. He yelled and placed his palm on his nose; blood was running down his nostrils. I raised my head to see a small gang of black-suited men rushing in our direction, but they didn't see me. I couldn't keep running with Robert, so I snatched his head and twisted it; his neck snapped with a sickening crack, and I pushed his lifeless body away. Their leader pointed at me when he saw me snap his neck. He ordered the others to get me. My steps quickened as I rushed to the park outside; the security guards smiled at me. Of course, they knew who I was, and I always said hi to them anytime I came to the club, and sometimes before I left. I smiled back at the two of them, trying hard not to appear nervous. One of them waved for me to keep reversing until I drove out of the gate.
"Thanks, and have a nice day," I said friendly as I drove into the streets.
A tall man in a black suit leaned against a sleek black Jeep. His shoulders were high and commanding, and two bodyguards stood beside him. "Break the fucking door!" he yelled at his men.
I removed my heels and walked through my hidden roots barefoot. I climbed up the rooftop like a spider and carefully removed the covering to the entrance of my house at the top that looked so much like the roof. I am sure this was where Kat used to get into my house because my door was an armored steel door.
"It's a high-security door, sir! I don't think we—"
He shot him before he completed the words, and gentle smoke escaped through the passage of his pistol. He raised his head slowly, sending a warning to the others.
The remaining three scattered in different directions like smoke driven by the wind. I lay flat on the rooftop, waiting for them to climb up and meet their death.
"Mmph! Mmph!" I heard Kat's voice as I placed my ear on the roof. That was the best she could do—struggle until help came for her.
"She's in there!" one of them yelled. Then footsteps began to climb skillfully to the rooftop. I stayed calm and alert. Once he got up, I grabbed my blade heel and sank it into his forehead; his eyes flew open, and blood ran down his face. His fingers left the roof, and he fell straight down, head torn open.
"She's fucking at the rooftop!" one of them cried out, and in a blink, bullets sprayed everywhere. I kept my head low, guiding myself and running behind the large water tank that sat a few steps away, and water began to burst through the impact point.
"Go up there and get her!" the man ordered, tapping the heads of his bodyguards, and they hurried off his side to join the others.
I rushed down through a safer side, and when I was closer to the ground, I jumped and landed on my toes. I stuck my back on the wall of my apartment, and when one of the hefty bodyguards approached, I grabbed my heel and threw it his way. He dodged it and began rushing toward me with a clenched fist. I shifted when he threw a punch at me; I hurled mine at him, and it landed at the right spot—under his jaw. He staggered backward. I kicked his balls, and his face turned red as he endured the pain, refusing to cry out. I quickly grabbed an iron rod from the ground and smashed his head, but he wasn't shaken. Then a bullet blew past my face, and my eyes shot open. The bodyguard grabbed my hair when I wanted to run. I removed a small knife tucked in my leather leggings and cut my hair, leaving him with the strands as I took to my heels. Bullets sprayed around me, but I had been trained for this. I avoided them all as I kept running.
I got to the main entrance of my apartment; the man who gave orders wasn't standing by his car. He must have joined the others to look for me. I rushed into the car; my hands were trembling as I tried to start the engine. I looked through the window to see their leader coming out of the corner of my house and spraying bullets all over the car. I finally reversed sharply and drove off. Just when I was about to enter the road, a bullet sank into my tire, and the hiss of escaping air filled my ears. I jumped out of the car.
"Shit!" I yelled, hitting the car with my feet.
I looked behind to see the men rushing in my direction. I ran into the midst of the people on the street. They followed far behind me in quick steps, one signaling the other to take another route. I diverted and entered a wretched-looking house.
From the window, I watched the men run past. They hid their guns behind their suits, looking like real gentlemen.
My shiny Hijab and Niqab dropped below my shoulders. I waved at the Muslim foreigners who lived in the city. They were kind to me and had offered me clothes when I spoke to them in their language.
One of the men rushed back to me and asked if I had seen any lady walk past in black leather leggings and a jacket, but I shook my head and raised my hand to say I hadn't seen anyone.
He bowed, showing appreciation as he left. A small smile spread across my face while I walked into the streets to stop a taxi that took me back home.