22 Let Mommy Teach You Whos Boss (1/2)

Miya couldn't believe her day. Just like that, out of nowhere, Robert and Manny had appeared and picked a fight. And now these hoods. She couldn't believe her luck.

Today, of all days!

She watched with a hawk eye, the five men who were standing before her. It had been almost six years since she had fought with so many people at once. Last time, it had been Kas –

No.

She frowned, stilling her heart. She feared for her son, and prayed that the Hunter boy would obediently stay inside. She then tried to recognize the men before. They must be her victims, of course. One of these guys always came looking for a fight. She just didn't expect them to find her, was all. Maybe one of them was around when she was watching the mess that Jimmy Hunter's Ferrari had created. It was a gathering of a lot of passers-by. There, they must have spotted her.

Her attention was drawn back when a stout, short man approached her.

”Finally,” he said smugly, ”Finally I find you, you –”

Miya didn't have the patience for trash talk.

She had prepared her first attack.

With an amazingly agile leap, she climbed up the wall of one of the neighbouring houses. There was a flower pot placed at the edge of this wall. Without hesitance, she picked it up and aimed it at the man's chest.

She hit her mark.

The man bowled over, clutching at his chest.

Miya smirked, an arrogant glint in her eyes.

Come, you f***ing losers. Let mommy teach you who's boss.

Meanwhile Jim looked around in the dark, trying to find his way through. He didn't know where he was, and it was pitch black inside. He needed to get out. That woman couldn't be out there alone.

”Use your phone.”

Jim was startled at the quiet voice, and then realized it was the boy, still grabbing hard at his neck and chest. His advice got through Jim quickly, and he pulled out his phone and switched on the torch in it.

Immediately, light penetrated through the room and Jim sighed in relief. He took a quick look around the single-room house, glad to see that nobody was home. He then held Ben and helped him climb off his back.

Ben's eyes were screaming with fear, and Jim had the sudden urge to calm him down. He grabbed his hands, ”Look kid, it's going to be alright. Your mum is really strong.”

The child didn't react, but asked shakily, ”Will police help?”

”We just ran away from them, boy.”

He nodded, understanding.

Silence passed between the two as Jim told him decisively, ”I'm going outside, so you hold tight in here. And if anything happens, scream your gut out. My name is Jimmy.”

The kid nodded. ”Ben,” he said.

Jim quickly scrutinized the house for anything that could be used as a weapon. The best he could find was a pressure cooker made of steel.

For the moment, it would have to do.

The scene outside the house was astounding.

Miya held three bricks in her hand, and was threatening three men before herself. One stout old man lay unconscious on the road beside her.