Claude Fights back

Claude

He reeled from the next blow, delivered by someone else who had come up behind him but Claude was agile on his toes. Ignoring the pain radiating through his arm, he swung around, the knife in his hand, the one he had grabbed from the floor. With a broad sweep, he made it clear that he was no coward, the knife was his weapon and with a snarl, he lunged suddenly at his opponent, a skinny man with a goatee and thinning hair. The man yelped as Claude’s blade sliced through his flesh. At the same time, Hank appeared behind him and dealt the attacker a blow that sent him to the ground. Castle had also finished overpowering the men who had been futilely attempting to subdue him, With a vicious kick at the man who had been trying to reach for a glass on the counter to attack him, Claude immobilised him.

Castle came closer, breathing heavily, blood trickling down his forehead.

‘Sir,’ for he insisted on addressing Claude as Sir, ‘The Capo is on his way.’ Claude grinned wickedly, eyes dan