Aspen's expression fell immediately. If she had not been injured, this group of muscle heads would not have even made her blink. However, her chest wound had just been freshly bandaged by Andrew—if she fought now, the stitches would rip open for sure.

Still clutching in pain, Davon was helped to his feet by two of his men. He stared at Aspen with a twisted grin.

He taunted, "What, getting scared now, slut? Do you think you're walking out of here after that? Think again. Let me be real clear—the only reason I agreed to meet you today was to screw you. If I don't have you writhing and begging under me tonight, then this deal is far from over."

Aspen's face twisted in fury. "Why don't you go home and screw your mother instead, you fat freak?"

Davon roared, "Get her! Hold this bitch down for me!"

His goons lunged at Aspen like starving wolves.

Suddenly, a figure shot in from the side and landed in front of Aspen like a shadow. Then, three kicks flew out in the blink of an eye,