Page 8 of Tyrant Blood

But if Cole thought that the evening’s drama was over, he had another thing coming…

An hour or so after the end of the hockey game and Cole was just about ready to haul his ass back home and enjoy a late night raid into the refrigerator to heat up some leftovers.

‘You guys can probably guess what I’m about to say,’ Cole said, finishing off the last of his whisky. ‘Cole Tyrant is rolling out.’

‘For once, I’m ready to get out of here too,’ Vince said. ‘Josh is waiting for me at home and I’m in the damned mood for some hard and fast love…’

‘Too much information, man,’ Roddy said, shaking his head. ‘Looks like it’s just me propping up the bar until closing time.’

The three friends were about to embrace and say their goodbyes for the evening when Cole caught something out of the corner of his eye. And it didn’t look good.

The Dolphins fans appeared to be dragging someone out of the bar by his collar. And the looks on their faces told Cole that this wasn’t a prank or friendly arrangement either.

‘You guys wait here,’ Cole said. ‘I’ll be back in a minute for one final night cap.’

With that, Cole powered over toward the exit, and as soon as he stepped outside, he could see that something was very much up.

But rather than intervene right from the jump, Cole wanted to make a full assessment of what was going down, and why.

Cole watched at the Dolphins fans began to angrily push and pull a young slip of a boy. He must have been only twenty, maybe twenty-two or twenty-three at the most. The boy might have looked young, but there was something about him that was far from innocent though. Maybe it was instinct, but Cole could see that the boy was trouble through and through. But however much that might have been the case, Cole still wasn’t going to stand around and watch a group of seven grown-ass men kick the crap out of a young man…

‘Hey, I thought I fucking warned you assholes,’ Cole said, stepping forward from underneath the bar’s outdoor rain cover.

‘Fuck you, old man,’ one of the men said, landing a hard blow into the boy’s stomach. ‘This little shit stole my wallet. And now he’s getting his ass kicked. You got a problem with that, you can come and say it to our faces.’

Cole felt his heartrate jump up a notch.

This was happening, it was only a question of how soon.

While the boy may indeed have stolen a wallet, there was something about the demeanor of these men that was rubbing Cole up all kinds of the wrong way. It was a seven on one, and the one just so happened to be smaller, weaker, and out of his depth.

‘Looks like I’m saying it to your faces then,’ Cole growled, stepping forward and landing a huge right cross to the face of the man, immediately sending him staggering backward and into the throng of other Dolphins supporters.

‘I don’t need your help,’ the boy said, barely able to speak as the effects of the punch to his stomach made themselves all too apparent. ‘And I didn’t steal his wallet. I stole the money inside it!’

Cole rolled his eyes.

With sass like that, he was instantly regretting stepping in and helping the thief. In fact, it was debatable whether the best thing for the boy would have been a good ass whooping from these assholes.

What the fuck did I get myself into.

This boy is more trouble than he’s worth.

But he’s got spirit, I’ll give him that…

However before Cole had a chance to process the situation any further, he found himself being jumped on by the rest of the men. Unfortunately for them, they had no idea just how strong Cole was, nor how good his wrestling skills were either.

Before long, Cole was dispatching the men, one by one.

And as his fists and feet crunched into their midriffs, legs, jaws, and noses, Cole could see that this was going to be plain sailing.

‘And don’t even think about calling the cops,’ Cole snarled, rounding on the lead male for one final jab to the nose. ‘Because I’ve got witnesses who said you started the whole damn thing. This is a small town. CCTV goes missing or doesn’t work more often than you might think. Got it?’

‘Urgh. Fuck. Whatever,’ the man said, blood pouring from his nose. ‘The little shit stole my money. He deserved everything he got.’

‘Let me handle him,’ Cole said. ‘If I was you, I’d think about heading to the nearest hospital and getting yourself checked out.’

‘Fuck you,’ the man replied, already half on the turn and walking away along with his similarly battered and bruised friends. ‘And by the way Tyrant… you sucked on the ice! Totally overrated!’

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