Zach shushed Jada, kissing her cheek softly, before locking all the truck doors. "Stay here. Don't get out, no matter what, alright love?" Jada, with tears pooling down her cheeks, nodded softly. Zach kissed her tears away, before kissing her nose again. "Now, stop crying, please?" The sight of a big guy, like Zach, begging a tiny girl like Jada to stop crying, would have been funny to anyone else who didn't know there situation, but right now, it was anything but funny.
Zach stepped out of the truck, walking over to Jada's side of the car as Rich got closer, fuming.
"Give her back to me!" He snarled, Zach raising an eyebrow.
"She doesn't want you anymore." Zach growled.
"I don't care. She's mine!"
"She's not your property!" Zach screamed. "She doesn't belong to anyone!"
"Except me!" Rich threw a punch, plenty on bystanders watching as Zach grabbed Rich's flying hand, squeezing it hard and landing a punch in Rich's gut, making him double over in pain. What Zach didn't notice though, was Rich reach for the switchblade in his front pocket. He landed his own punch in Zach's muscular stomach, the knife sinking into the skin, through the muscles. Zach looked down, seeing the weapon potrude from his abdomen, which caused adrenaline to flow faster at that sight. He heard Jada scream in pure terror at the sight. The faster his adrenaline flowed, the faster his heart beat, and the more blood began to gush from the wound. Without thinking, he grabbed the front of Rich's shirt, and the flinging him around and slamming him into the brick wall behind him, Rich's head macking a sickening crack as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he sunk to the ground, Zach's own vision going black from blood loss as he collapsed to the ground, the knife still sticking out from his abdomen.
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