I ran. Boots to the fucking ground, I ran. My pistol was in the waistband of my jeans, and I knew there was a very strong chance I might have to kill a man tonight, especially if that man touched her. No one was allowed to touch her. Except me. I heard a muffled scream from the small alleyway behind the local diner. I came to a halt when I rounded the corner. Green eyes.
