Page 5 of Risky Obsession

Could he be Chui’s accountant?

My breath hitched. It would explain why this guy was loaded.

His arm thrust around my neck. “I wish you hadn’t seen that.”

My feet left the floor and as I clawed at his arm around my neck, I tried to scream. He dragged me backward. I elbowed him in the ribs and kicked my heels into his knees.

“Fuck!” he hissed in my ear.

Fighting for breath, I jabbed my right hand over my shoulder, aiming my thumbnail at his eyeball.

He lifted me higher, his grip tightening around my neck.

With my vision blurring, I jerked my head back, connecting with his nose in a sickening crunch.

He staggered backward and when his grip loosened, I twisted my head and sunk my teeth into his forearm.

Howling, he released me.

Gasping for air, I faced him head-on and fumbled for my bag which had twisted around to my back.

He charged at me, and sidestepping his attack, I punched his temple. Roaring with rage, he swung his fists wildly and connected with my cheek. Wincing, I dodged sideways, desperate to stay one step ahead of him.

Grant wiped blood from his nose and his stunning blue eyes grew dark with fury. “You stupid bitch.” He lunged at me again.

I ducked out of his way and punched his side, aiming for his kidney. It was like punching a brick wall.

Growling, I kicked the side of his knee.

He staggered sideways, pushed off the sofa arm, and raised his fist at me. Blood oozed down his chin. “You bitch!” Lowering his shoulder, he lunged at me again.

Adrenaline pumped through my veins, but I wasn’t quick enough to dodge his attack. He punched my jaw, sending me sprawling, and I crashed onto a coffee table and hit the floor. Two of my fingers bent at shocking angles. I shrieked as pain ripped across my right hand.

Oh fuck! He broke my fingers.

My heart pounded against my chest and my bruised ribs protested with every labored breath. As the metallic tang of blood flooded my mouth, I wrestled to get my bag to my front, but my fingers fumbled with the zipper.

He tried to kick me, but I rolled away from his blow. Scrambling to my feet, I dodged his punch and then rammed my fist into his stomach.

Grunting, he buckled over. I grabbed a black and gold vase and smashed it over his head. Shards of porcelain flew through the air as Grant stumbled backward.

I gripped a shard of the broken vase to use as a weapon. As he lunged toward me, I slashed his arm and kicked his thigh.

He fell onto his hands and knees. “Fuck.”

“Grant Hughes,” I said, panting. “I’m arresting you under suspicion of murder and corruption and?—”

Roaring like a trapped animal, he jumped to his feet and charged at me like a raging bull.

I kicked his groin.

He buckled forward, but swung his fist, connecting with my jaw.

My head snapped sideways. I gasped at the pain, tears stinging my eyes.

His face twisted in fury, and he shoved me hard. I tumbled sideways and tripped over a knee-high elephant statue. The elephant tusk tore through my jeans and took a gash out of my calf. I cried out as searing, hot pain scraped up my leg. Agony radiated through my body as I hauled myself to my feet. I spun around with my fists raised, expecting to be attacked.

Grant was halfway across the room, sprinting away like a desperate criminal.