Page 1 of They Break Beauty

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~Levi~

Take your punishment, bitch.

Blood sprayed.

The crunch of bone sounded.

The arousing cry of pain rang out, rolling right through me.

Fuck, yeah, that’s the stuff.

I was surrounded on all sides by vultures.

Fucking savages who got off on blood being spilled, men breaking before their eyes.

I wasn’t judging what got their rocks off, just that they were mere spectators, never getting in on the action, needing others to give them what they needed.

Namely, the likes of me.

I crooked my finger at my opponent as I bounced on the balls of my feet, sweat dripping down my bare chest and along the waistband of my black cargo pants.

The guy snarled and it turned into him choking on account of me just shattering his nose.

He had about thirty pounds of muscle on me and while I was barely six-foot-tall, he boasted another six inches easy on me.

Shame he relied way too much on that.

It was really biting him in the ass tonight with going up against me.

Not to mention, I was no stranger to this shit.

Although, it had been a while since I’d been in the street fighting game.

And I was making one fuck of an epic return.

One for the goddamn ages, in all honesty.

He came at me, his movements lethargic and strained. It had him throwing a punch with no aim and finesse whatsoever. It went wide, completely missing me and he staggered at the weight of the miss.

A simple knee to the gut from me had him grunting and doubling over.

I followed it up with a hammer fist to the back of his neck, driving him down to his knees.

I moved in to finish it.

I’d gotten what I’d needed from the fight already.

I’d reached that high that only a brutal bout of violence could provide.

I’d tasted blood, basked in the pain I’d inflicted.

And, most of all, I’d exerted complete and utter domination over a threat.

He groaned, turning so his back was to me.

On a first look, it would have appeared that he was taking that position to make it easier to get back to his feet.

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