I grab his shoulder and yank him off her. “Hey, fuckhead!”
The man whips around, fiery anger in his eyes.
His teeth are bared. Looks more like a monster than a man. Broad shouldered, dark eyes, buzzed haircut.
Fuck, he’s willing to kill for her, isn’t he?
But so am I.
I throw a punch, my fist colliding with his jaw.
Pain radiates across my knuckles, and he howls, grabbing onto his cheek.
However, I don’t give a shit about the pain.
The split second the man recoils from me, I get a glimpse of Bridget. She’s pushed up against the wall, cheeks streaked with mascara, one side of her dress pulled down so far her breast is exposed.
“Oh, god, Bridget…” My body lunges for her, but the man punches me in the gut, sending me up against the opposite wall, knocking the wind out of me.
I grab onto my belly and try to catch my breath.
The man throws himself onto me.
I don’t move fast enough.
He pins his forearm against my throat, cutting off my airway. “You want me to fuck you up first, pretty boy? Gladly.”
I can practically see my blood dripping off his teeth.
Little does he know the adrenaline coursing through me is unlike anything he’s ever experienced.
“She’s mine,” I seethe, then throw my knee upward.
It collides with his junk.
The man yelps and stumbles back, giving me just enough time to throw another punch.
And another. And another.
He does everything he can to push me away, but there’s nothing anyone can do.
The strength of another world overcomes me.
When he’s too dazed to do anything, I grab him by the collar of his shirt and throw him down on the ground.
I follow him, straddling myself across his stomach so I can punch him some more.
This fucker thinks he can hurt my girl? He thinks he can hurt anyone and get away with it? Well, he’s never dealt with me.
His blood covers the lower half of his face, and the swelling has started.
I think I may have even knocked a tooth out.
My knuckles are black and blue. Might have broken some.
Don’t. Fucking. Care.
Someone grabs me from behind.