She allows Vincent to put on some pants

“Fine!” she conceded, taking a step back, “Put on your pants. Nice and slow though! No funny business!”

Vincent smiled. “Thanks, officer!” he nodded in a show of gratitude and slipped off the bed, still naked save for the cuffs dangling from one wrist and his watch on the other and bent down to his pile of clothes.

Nancy spotted the way his muscles tensed, curling like springs, at the last second as he picked up his pants, but it was too late.

“STOP!” she yelled, but Beretta instead flung the discarded jeans right at her face. Nancy staggered back, her field of vision occupied for a moment by the flying garment. She used one hand to slap it out of the way, but it was too late.

Using the distraction he had caused, the naked gangster had moved to attack. Making the most of the element of surprise, he jumped forward and smacked Nancy's gun hand, hitting the weapon out of her fingers and sending it flying into a corner. Then, using his momentum, the muscular six foot two man tackled the smaller woman, giving out a primal roar as he drove her back into the wall behind her.

“Ugh!” was all the sound Nancy could make as she felt the man's raw power. Then the air was driven out of her lungs and she was sure that she heard the wall crack from the impact of their combined body weights, leaving her stunned.

Taking advantage of Nancy's surprise, the Vincent pressed on. His face a feral snarl he pinned her against the wall using his superior body mass and delivered two vicious, short hooks to Nancy's lower ribs, further driving the air out of her. Her eyes bugged and she instinctively brought her elbows down to shield her body, giving her attacker the opening above.

SMACK!

Nancy's head flew to the side, but the slap across her cheek was humiliating rather than injuring with the added effect of bringing her wits into focus. “Fucker!” the Latina LAPD officer coughed as she tried to push back against the naked man, but instead found herself helpless, outmatched in physical strength by the bigger, heavier man.

Changing her approach and the aim of her attack, Nancy lifted her foot and viciously slammed her heel onto Vincent's bare foot. For once, the officer wished she had worn high heels instead of her tactical sneakers, but nonetheless the criminal howled in pain, even more so when she repeated the attack, hitting the same spot twice.

Grunting, Vincent reacted by moving his feet back, hoping to bring them to safety by pinning Nancy with only his upper body, but instead this leaning pose opened his lower body up for other attacks. Immediately, the cop pressed her advantage and aimed a vicious knee at the naked man's exposed dick.

“Humph!” was the sound the gangster made when, much to Nancy's chagrin, she missed her target, but instead her knee buried itself in the young man's chiseled six-pack. Using her momentum, Nancy made use of the clinch position by brutally dropping her right elbow onto his exposed temple.

Realizing he was under a constant attack the killer changed tactics, deciding space was needed to regroup. Nancy gasped as he used his grip on her body to rip her away from the wall and fling her across the room, roaring.

Nancy staggered backwards, fell, instinctively rolled and came up in a crouched position, her teeth grit as she sized up her attacker. For a brief second she considered making a go for the gun, but when the muscular man yelled out a battle cry and advanced she realized that she wouldn't be fast enough.

Swinging a wild overhand and a harsh uppercut at her, Nancy ducked the first and jumped out of the way of the second before retaliating with a jab that hit its mark, but apart from buying her half a second to get ready for the next attack, it did little damage.

Lifting their fists, the two opponents paused for a second, sizing each other up.

“Come on,” Nancy started a half-hearted attempt, imploring the young criminal to give up. She knew fully well that it was useless, but she only hoped to divert his attention, “You're only getting yourself deeper into this shit...”

The grin that spread on Vincent's face revealed that her punch had indeed bloodied his teeth and Nancy quickly darted forward and landed another quick jab before jumping back out of his reach.

Vincent shook his head, then tested his bruised lip with his tongue before his creepy smile came back. “You're a fast one, officer!” he conceded, “As fast as you are pretty. But are you-”

Taking a page from her playbook, Vincent tried to divert her attention with words and lunged forward mid-sentence and the powerful right hook would have surely dropped her if Nancy had not slipped back ever so slightly, letting his fist swish an inch past her nose before she countered with a kick to the side of his knee, bringing the man off balance and sending him staggering sideways and crashing into the wall.

The naked gangster gave her a surprised look, then the grin was back and he chuckled, coming back to his feet albeit stepping gingerly on his hit leg.

“Well, look at that... Seems like those nice, big, jiggling tits of yours have distracted me enough for you to land.” he mocked, “Nice one! But you know as well as I do, McKenna, that that fancy technique of yours ain't gonna save you if I land only once! One misstep of yours and I'll deck you!”

Nancy glared back, her chest rising and falling, out of breath from the scuffle. She knew he was right. She had felt his power. He was a brawler, fighting passionate rather than smart, but each of those punches he had attempted surely would have put the lights out. She was the superior fighter by a long shot, but nonetheless this was a dance on a tight rope.