Page 3 of Property of Stone
When the man straightened, Stone’s pace went from urgent into crisis mode.
“Fuck you, asshole!” Stone yelled, trying to pull Asshole’s attention when he didn’t get there in time to stop him from kicking her ribs while she was still down.
Her body heaved and rocked from each impact.
For fuck’s sake.
The motherfucker was so focused on the bleeding, injured woman, he was ignoring the kid and the fact that Stone was closing in on him with his fingers curled into tight fists, his jaw set, and his rage racing through every vein in his fucking body.
He had no idea who this fucker was to her, but that was a detail he couldn’t give a shit about. What mattered was that he violently put his hands on a woman.
Ignoring the kid hiccup-sobbing for his mother, Stone remained laser-focused on the threat.
“Pick on someone your own goddamn size,” he growled, coming in hot.
The blond-haired man spun to face Stone. “Who the fuck are?—”
Before he could finish, Stone’s fist said,“Hello, howya doin’?”to that big-ass nose and it exploded like an over-ripened tomato. Out loud, he answered, “Someone your own goddamn size.”
Unfortunately, Asshole, now holding his crushed nose, was still upright. Something needed to be done about that, since that wasn’t fucking acceptable.
Stone wiggled his fingers, trying to lure him out from between the vehicles and away from the woman and her son. But when Asshole didn’t move, Stone grabbed his shirt and yanked him off balance before throwing him to the pavement behind thePilot.
Now he had a better view of the woman and saw she had been knocked the fuck out.
Stone’s narrowed gaze sliced back to Asshole and the world around him disappeared.
Once consumed by rage, he couldn’t easily turn it back off, and this jackass deserved everything dished out to him.
Since Stone had no medical training, he couldn’t help the woman, except in one way…revenge. And he’d be glad to dole it out.
He turned to see the man back on his feet and cursing him out, despite it being muffled due to his busted nose.
There was plenty more where that came from.
Stone stalked forward. “You feel like a goddamn man when you hit a woman?”
“She deserved it. She was trying to?—”
“Don’t give a fuck ‘bout your reason. Whatever it is, it ain’t fuckin’ valid.”
“Fuck you!”
One side of Stone’s mouth pulled up. “Ain’t gonna fuck you, but gonna fuck you up.”
“You do and?—”
He was tired of the bitch’s whining.
Stone’s fist automatically shot out and kissed Asshole’s mouth this time, causing his legs to fold like an accordion when he crumpled to the ground.
“Guess you don’t know how to duck and cover. Good for me, not good for you.” Stone leaned down and tipped his ear forward. “Got nothin’ to say now?”
A quick glance over at the still unconscious, bleeding woman and wailing kid brought a fresh wave of fury.
Grabbing Asshole’s shirt, he hauled his ass back up. “Can’t hit a man when he’s fuckin’ down, right?”
As Stone released his shirt, a right fist to the side of the head had the man hitting the pavement hard.
