Page 126 of This Blood That Breaks Us
“You hear me, bitch?” American accent. A man towered over a woman with his hand raised to strike. “Answer me.”
At the first sound of her cry, I was there. My body moved on its own. I stopped his hand, and pushed him away from her. It took all my restraint not to crush his head in one swipe. No more brothers around to give me the puppy eyes or the “be good” speech. I wasn’t good, and he should be scared.
I slammed his teeth into the car door.
“How does that fucking feel?”
That’s it. Show them who they should fear.
Connell watched like he was about to jump in front of a bullet for me. Next to him, a girl sobbed into her hands.
I twisted his arm back until I heard a satisfying crack. “That’s for making her cry.”
My blood pumped in my ears, and every cry and scream that came from him sent me further into a frenzy. He should suffer. He should have cried out and asked for help, because no one would come for him. No one who could stop me.
Another twist at the elbow, and his bones cracked again. “That’s for being a fucking asshole. You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now.”
Kill him. Make him suffer.
I grabbed his other arm and placed it in the crack of the door and slammed it shut. His screams carried into the night. He deserved worse.
“Please stop. Please,” the man whimpered in a pathetic puddle on the ground.
“Tell her you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“You live with this asshole?” I turned to her.
She nodded.
“If you so much as a mumble in her direction, I will personally come and gouge your fucking eyes out before I have your head. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Good. Because you’re moving out. You’re giving her the place and all the stuff.” I kicked his kneecap, and he collapsed. He wouldn’t be walking anytime soon. “Understand?”
“Yes,” he moaned.
There was a high to satisfying the need to release the anger boiling in my blood. I’d almost forgotten why I’d ventured outside.
My Darling, you’re magnificent.
The queen was tugging on my heartstrings, beckoning me home, but I wasn’t done running.
“Connell, make sure this guy is watched.”
He nodded with a big smile.
I looked back at the girl from the bar. She was paler than before as she eyed me with her car keys in hand.
“You scared?”
She hesitated longer than I expected her to.
“Get in.”
Forty-One
