Chapter 5 - The Strike on the Steps
Victoria lunged forward, her black stiletto heel aimed viciously at Maya’s exposed collarbone and neck.
She intended to drive the rescuer back under the water and kick the pregnant woman’s head against the concrete lip.
Maya reacted with lightning reflexes, twisting her shoulder to deflect the sharp heel away from Elena’s body.
The hard leather shoe scraped violently against Maya’s shoulder blade, ripping the wet white fabric of her blouse.
Elena shrieked in terror, cowering lower on the pool steps, her soaked dress swirling around her trembling knees.
"Get off of her, you psycho!" Maya snarled, catching Victoria’s ankle with a dripping wet hand and shoving it back.
Victoria stumbled back onto the pool deck, her heels skidding dangerously across the slick, wet tiles.
Her sleek blonde hair whipped around her face as her composure completely devolved into psychotic hysteria.
"She ruined everything! She doesn't belong in this family!" Victoria shrieked, lunging forward once more with clawed hands.
Victoria reached down to grab Elena’s wet hair, desperate to pull her head back down into the pool.
Maya threw her entire upper body over Elena, taking the brunt of Victoria’s scratching fingernails across her back.
"Julian! Help us!" Elena wailed, her voice echoing off the glass walls of the rooftop terrace.
Victoria’s hand caught the edge of Maya’s ponytail, wrenching it back with cruel, sadistic force.
"Nobody is coming to save you, Elena! You're both going to drown right here!" Victoria screamed maniacally.
Maya gritted her teeth against the pain, preparing to sweep Victoria’s legs out from under her with an underwater kick.
The struggle was chaotic, water splashing wildly onto the deck, mixing with the spilled cocktails from earlier in the evening.
Elena clung to Maya’s waist like a lifeline, her body shuddering with uncontrollable sobs of terror.
The sunset had faded completely, leaving the rooftop bathed in the dramatic, artificial glow of the penthouse lamps.
Victoria raised her arm to strike Elena directly in the unprotected belly, her face twisted in pure, unadulterated evil.
Maya saw the incoming blow and threw her forearm up, ready to break the woman's wrist to save the unborn child.
Before Victoria’s fist could complete its downward arc, a deafening crash echoed from the glass terrace entrance.
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Heavy footsteps thundered across the stone tiles like a charging freight train fueled by pure, unbridled fury.
The shadow of a tall, broad-shouldered man fell across the bloody-red dress of the attacking sister-in-law.
