380 Smith and Wesson automatic. The .380 had very little hitting power, but it would ruin your day, if you took a hit in a vital spot."Peace?" Trisha ...tood on the porch outside my room offering me a beer. I have no idea what she had in mind. I was sure of only one thing. I had sleep in mind."There is peace between us as far as I'm concerned. You are just a bar manager that gives me coffee. So save the beer for your boyfriend," I said it closing the door. I walked directly back to bed and fell. I had missed the tall muscled blonde, his deep blue eyes. Will was a sports allstar, he had a big frame, steel muscles, incredible pecs and the most defined six-pack I've ever seen, a treasure trail thet went all the way from his navel to his pubic zone. I told him to come in and almost instantly flung myself to his arms and started to cry 'Shhh, shhh, hey Martin, you ok?' I parted and looked into his beautiful eyes, my breathing started to calm down 'It's, it's just that I've missed you so. I found out later he was Shasta's hostile and abusive ex-boyfriend. I told him to pick on someone else. The idiot laughed at me and told me to get out of the way or I'd get what she got. Oh the look on his face when I blocked the strike he aimed at my head and I landed the combo of a thrust kick to his groin knocking him to his knees the a roundhouse kick to the side of his head knocking him flat as anything. I told the bouncers (now pouring out of the club) what had happened and they said to. My sister’s jeans are on the carpet beside them, my father’s hands are pushed up under her t-shirt. He frees one hand from under shirt and slaps her across the face. I stand up from my hiding spot and rush over to them. I jump on my dad’s back and pound my fists into his head. He knocks me off, sending my head into the coffee table, cutting my right eye just above the eye brow. ‘Sammy.’ My sister slips off the sofa and scoops me up. My father fallows her as Lynn moves me to the bathroom. She.