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stepped in and brought her knee up, connecting with his groin. A look of surprise crossed his face and his grip on her wrist loosened, though he didn’t give up her arm completely. She brought her knee up again, this time twisting her wrist free as the guard tried to dodge the blow.
    She wasted no time and took off running again. The thought flitted through her mind that he might not be alone. Then what? She
had
to get away.
    “You’re going to regret that!” The guard must have recovered enough to continue his pursuit.
    She panted, frantically looking for a way out of the alley. Maybe if she got to a main street, she could dart across traffic. Or blend in with the crowds. That always worked in the movies. Too bad it was after midnight and there were no crowds.
    God, this wasn’t part of the plan! This wasn’t supposed to happen! She needed time to think.
    Away, away, away. Just get away.
    She pumped her arms and legs, willing them to go faster. Her lungs burned and felt like they would burst.
    Oh, no . . .
She was coming to the end of the alley, and there was a chain-link fence that blocked her way. On the other side of it, she could see the main road. But she wasn’t going to make it. No way she’d be able to climb it in time.
    She could hear the guard closing in on her. His fingers glanced through her hair in his attempt to grab her, and she tried to go faster. She tried, but she didn’t have anything left.
    The guard’s hand clasped her shoulder.

    Knox cut right into the alley, setting his pace at a jog. He needed to get as far away from the ring as fast as he could.
    X’s words echoed in his mind.
I made you. You’re nothing without me.
    What if he was right?
    No.
He pushed the revolting thought down. He might not ever become rich, but he . . .
    Rich.
That’s where he needed to go—the north side of town. He rarely set foot in the swanky neighborhoods and upscale plazas just several miles away from the slum he called home. He wouldn’t know his way around, but no one would ever think to look for him there. He’d hole up somewhere for a day or two while he figured out a plan.
    There was nothing keeping him in this city now, but he felt a light tug holding him back. It was all he’d ever known.
    It didn’t take long for the roads to start looking better maintained and the bars to be absent from business windows. This area was where the city’s revenue came from, so the mayor and the police actually gave a fuck.
    Suddenly a woman with long blond hair flew down the alley with a hulking man dressed in black in hot pursuit. She screamed as the guy roughly grabbed her shoulder and flung her around. She raked her nails across his face, and he pushed her to the ground.
    “You fucking bitch!” The guy touched his hand to his face and his fingers came away bloody.
    The woman backed away with her hands out to protect herself, looking up at him with determined wide blue eyes.
    Knox stopped in his tracks as something stirred within him, something he’d never felt before. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew that no one was going to hurt her unless it was over his dead body. He dropped his bag and closed the distance between him and the attacker.
    The man raised his hand, aiming for the blond, but before he could bring it down in a backhanded slap, Knox tackled him.
    He punched the guy in the face and his nose started bubbling blood. Before he could get another hit in, the man threw his forearm up to block it and lifted his hips, bucking Knox off to the side. Knox easily jumped to his feet.
    “Go. Run!” he yelled to the woman, who was now on her knees next to the chain-link fence. He wanted to go to her, make sure she was all right, but taking this guy out so he couldn’t attack her again took priority.
    The man pulled out a gun, and immediately Knox shifted so that he was in front of the woman, who now held a fragment of a brick in her hand to use as a weapon.
    “Go!” he yelled again, not turning