Page 38 of Tales You Win (Grim & Beast Duet 1)

“I couldn’t give a flying fuck,” I retort, smirking to hide the stab of pain I feel in my side when the arsehole holding me jabs his fist into my ribs.

Dougie spits out a glob of blood. “You’re going to pay for this!”

“Yeah, yeah, like you keep saying.”

“What do you want to do with her?” the arsehole behind me asks, his lips closer to my cheek than I’d like, the fucking creep.

“Hmm,” Dougie replies, cocking his head as his salacious gaze roves over my body. “What should we do with the bitch?”

I bark out a laugh. “If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking I suggest you stop right the fuck now, unless you want to be sent back to daddy dearest in a black fucking bag!”

“Now, now, we both know that I’ve got the upper hand here…” Dougie taunts.

“You really are thick as shit, aren’t you?” I retort, then snap my head back as hard as I can. I hear the crack of a nose breaking right before a cry of pain pierces the air. Dougie’s crony lets me go so he can stem the flow of blood, and I use the opportunity to twist around and land two more punches, the one to his temple knocking him out cold.

Then I attack.

With single-minded focus and a real desperate need to get Hud to a doctor, I lay out the two other men in quick succession.

I don’t hesitate. I don’t wait. I go for the kill.

Bones snap as I break one of the guy’s legs, slamming my foot into his knee cap. It bends backwards, and his scream of pain reverberates around the playground. I dropkick the other guy and then, when he’s sprawled out onto the floor, slam my foot against his right arm, breaking it.

Then I turn on Dougie and grin at the look of horror on his face.

“Now there’s just us,” I goad, licking my lips and cracking my knuckles. A strange kind of energy is firing through my blood, and I’m humming with the need for violence.

Fuck, it feels good. If only Carter could see me now. Maybe when word gets back to him about this fight he’ll reconsider his recent appraisal of me.

I’m not a bleeding heart. I’m a Davidson.

No, I’m Grim.

“Looks that way,Princess,” Dougie retorts with a smirk, hiding his fear with bravado.

I’m about to respond with a cutting remark when a familiar figure striding towards us freezes the words on my tongue.

“I suggest you take her name out of your motherfucking mouth, wankstain!”

Beast.

For a moment, my heart stops beating. It literally stops as I take in the man who both annoys the shit out of me and turns me into a puddle of hormonal desire every time he’s close by. I hate that that’s how I react to him. It pisses me off, but my pussy, she doesn’t give a fuck. She flutters and gets all tingly like she’s just about to have a session with my favourite vibrator, the greedy bitch.

“What the fuck—” Dougie spins on his feet only to meet a fist three times the size of mine. He goes down like a sack of potatoes and when Dougie turns his head to the side, he spits out three more teeth and a crap load of blood.

“You piece of shit,” Beast snarls, kicking him in the stomach. Dougie groans, curling in on himself, but Beast doesn’t stop there, he reaches for him, fisting his collar and dragging Dougie to his feet. There’s a rage in his eyes that speaks of only one outcome…Murder.

“He’s mine!” I snap, swiping at the blood dripping from my lip, I hadn’t even registered that I was bleeding. “If anyone gets to kill him, it’s me!”

Beast’s gaze meets mine and I suck in a sharp breath at the anger I see bubbling in his eyes, anger that is aimed squarely atme. “No!”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

Beast’s nostrils flare and he jerks his head to a familiar face standing behind him. “Connall, grab Hudson and get him to the car. I’ll deal with this fucking mess.”

“Why is Connall here?” I ask ungratefully, glancing at Beast’s best friend.

“The fucker was too intoxicated on booze and stripper pussy to drive,” Connall retorts with a wink as he passes me by. “So I’m your chauffeur. Good to see you again,gorgeous—”

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