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 mmed hard onto the floor, the impact knocking the wind from his lungs.


    I ced 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…?


    Themotion 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 ambnce! f**k! It


    hurts so bad!”


    A crowd had gathered, including Lily and Reba, who hade 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?”


    Reba’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 ambnce arrived shortly after<b>. </b>The two men were loaded onto stretchers, still moaning in pain. The officers took statements from witnesses while the bar manager exined what had happened.


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    +8 Points >


    Lily, Reba, 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 pir, 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 formting 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


    “The surveince footage confirms your ount, 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 aplication,” 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 awyer, I understood the


    potential legal implications immediately.


    “If both testicles were damaged and needed removal,” the officer continued, “this


    might escte to a case of excessive self–defense, possibly constituting intentional


    assault.”


    The <i>door </i>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 exined 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<b>****</b>l assault.”


    +8 Points >


    He pulled out his phone, clearly ready to call in favors to get me released immediately.


    I ced my hand on his arm, stopping him.


    “It’s okay,” I said calmly. “Let me handle this.”


    I turned back to the officers, my professionalposure 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 yed back the recording – the filthy


    threats and ns for r**e captured in full. The officers‘ expressions changed as they


    listened, disgust and anger recing their previous skepticism.


    My eyes were clear and cold as I ced 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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