Chapter 1: Familiar Face Amidst Dangers
Glish!
The sharp blade tore Marcella’s blouse and pierced her abdomen. The sting passed a shiver through her spine and perspiration formed on her forehead. Her ears rang loudly.
Before her brain computed what happened there, Marcella found herself holding the ruffian’s wrist. It was out of instinct. He had wrapped his arms around her as if he was surprised by a serendipitous meeting with a long last friend.
The chatters around came back as she got a hold of herself.
"I’m not giving up! Try harder, assface!"
A glint of danger shone in her squinted caramel eyes.
"A fucking knife, seriously? I’m insulted!"
She veiled her pain behind her scoff. The ruffian looked astonished. He must not have expected a woman to have this strong a grip.
She was no regular girl. He should have known.
The strong gaze she inherited from her father was not to be messed with. Her father named her after Mars, the Roman god of war. Her name meant "Warlike". She very well lived up to that name if she was pushed.
"Tell them to get more creative next time."
Marcella surprised him further by kicking him between his legs. Men are easier to handle. He grunted and kneeled on the stone pavement holding his crotch.