Tennessee Thresher had always been known as a fighter—tough as nails, fearless in the face of adversity. But on this particular night, she lay unconscious on the cold, hard ground, the dim glow of the streetlamp casting long shadows over her bruised body. The air was thick with tension, her stillness a stark contrast to the chaos that had unfolded just moments befor
The blows had come fast and mercilessly, each one intended to break her spirit, to silence the fire that burned within her. But even in her unconscious state, Tennessee was still fighting. Her fingers twitched slightly, her body refusing to surrender completely to the darkness that threatened to consume he
It had started as a simple confrontation—one she thought she could handle. She had faced worse before, after all. But this time was different. The men who attacked her were not just street thugs looking for trouble; they had a purpose. They wanted something from her, and when she refused to give in, they made her pay the pric
Her head pounded, the taste of blood thick on her tongue. Memories flickered through her mind like broken film reels—flashes of the fight, the sharp pain of knuckles against her ribs, the searing sting of betrayal. Someone had set her up. Someone wanted her out of the pictur
But Tennessee wasn’t one to go down easily. Even as she lay there, her body battered and broken, her mind was already working, already piecing together the puzzle. Who had betrayed her? And more importantly—wh
Sirens wailed in the distance, a sound that should have brought relief, but instead filled her with unease. She couldn’t trust just anyone. Not now. Not after what had happened. If she was going to survive this, she needed to wake up, to get moving before the wrong people found her agai
A sharp jolt of pain ripped through her chest as she inhaled, her body protesting against even the smallest movement. But pain was nothing new to her. It was just another obstacle—another test of her strength. And Tennessee Thresher had never failed a test in her lif
Footsteps approached, slow and deliberate. She forced her eyes open, her vision blurred but focused enough to make out a shadowed figure standing over her. Friend or foe? She couldn’t afford to take chance
With every ounce of willpower she had left, Tennessee braced herself. If they thought she was finished, they were dead wrong. She was a hard nut to crack, and this fight was far from ove
Would she get the answers she needed? Would she uncover the truth before it was too late? One thing was certain—she wasn’t going down without a figh