Chapter 72: JACOBS POV.
The man in front of me, the one on the left, didn't even have time to turn all the way around.
He could only stare wide-eyed as I closed the distance in a fraction of a second.
I delivered a restrained blow to his face.
I didn't want to kill him, just put him to sleep, but even "restrained" for me was like being hit by a moving carriage.
His head snapped back, his feet left the floor, and he slumped against the wall like a ragdoll, unconscious before he hit the ground.
While I handled my target, the captive men all rushed out of the room behind me like a dam breaking.
The man on the right of the hallway was momentarily paralyzed by fear.
He had been expecting a quiet shift, not a pack of angry prisoners led by a guy moving like a blur.
That split second of hesitation was his undoing. It gave the captives ample time to pounce on him.
They didn't have weapons, but they had numbers and a lot of built-up rage.
