Black Angelika - A Hot Police Woman -11.05.2017... -
The man laughed. He didn’t notice her hand move to her belt. She didn’t draw her gun. She drew a taser.
Crackle.
She dropped two stories, landing with the soft grace of a cat on a dumpster lid. The men turned. The one with the gold tooth had time to blink. She dislocated his wrist before he could pull the trigger. The second swung a pipe—she ducked, her elbow finding his ribs like a hammer. The third ran. The fourth, the leader, grabbed a woman hostage. Black Angelika - A hot police woman -11.05.2017...
November 5, 2017
He dropped.
“Back off, cop,” he hissed.
Rourke finally arrived, sirens wailing two blocks away. He jogged up, out of breath. “You’re going to get us killed, Angel.” The man laughed
Angelika tilted her head. A strand of black hair escaped her braid. Her eyes were the cold blue of a gas flame.