... side towered a hard and cold stone wall, surely the foundations of some corporation which only purpose was to feed on the poor people of New York and milk them for every cent they’re worth. A legal criminal organisation like so many. But such a potential organisation was the last of her worries as the three thugs honed in on her, wielding chains and lead pipes.
She turned to face them, the fear in her eyes absolute. At age twenty-two, the lady was already a hottie and had the brains to go with the body to boot. When she had moved to the big city, her parents had warned her about being alone at night. But she had only known the safe haven of her hometown and had let innocence get the best of her. Now her purse was the least of her worries as the thugs lewdly licked their lips in anticipation. They were the kings of the night and knew no hero would come to save the damsel in distress.
Out of desperation, she threw her purse at them, which the right thug easily caught. “Here! It’s all I have! Please, leave me alone!” But they only laughed.
“Not before we get our fun,” the bandit replied as he threw the purse behind his shoulder. It would never touch the ground.
Numerous things then happened at once. The young woman crouched, trying to protect herself. The thugs took only one step further and all three were kicked to the...