Another guy grabbed Jacqueline, his grip bruising her arm. She struggled, kicking and clawing, but he became too strong. With a quick, brutal movement, he struck her all through the temple. Pain exploded in her head, and everything went black.
Nathan roared in fury, his eyes blazing with rage as he noticed Jacqueline fall. He lunged at Johnson, their bodies colliding in a violent war. They exchanged blows, each strike fueled by a manner of desperation and anger. Nathan's electricity changed into bold, but Johnson changed into a pro fighter, his actions calculated and lethal.
"You're too overdue, Nathan," Johnson sneered, dodging a punch and countering with a vicious kick to Nathan's ribs. "She's ours now."
Nathan grunted in ache but didn't relent. He tackled Johnson to the floor, his fists hammering down. "Don't touch her!" he shouted, his voice raw with willpower.