Chapter 11. The Feisty Prisoner

Ty sat in a chair in the hall and looked at a still passed out Tanesha, lying on the couch and couldn’t suppress his smile despite the fact that he was pissed off at her. He felt like a father whose child had performed brilliantly for an audience. He was so proud of her he wished he could give her a medal or something. He’d gotten to the scene just as Tanesha had begun to circle with Heat, who was actually six feet tall and on the heavy side. For a woman, Tanesha was tall but nowhere near six feet and muscle. 

Though Ty had been a little scared at what Heat could do to the little spitfire, he’d looked at the way Tanesha carried herself and knew he was going to see something interesting. And when he saw the quick sidestep and the kick, he’d almost applauded. The girl was damned fast. The killer blow to Heat’s neck wasn’t as heavy as Ty would have preferred but it was okay. After all, it got the crook down. Ty had been so amused and impressed he’d had to make sure neithe