Page 11 of Regret

More pain, more screams.

Expecting a third blow, she pulled her legs up, trying to protect herself while she covered her face with her arms.

“Motherfucker!” someone yelled, and Scarlet opened her eyes.

Someone grabbed her attacker from behind, turned him around, and punched him in the face. That was when she noticed it was him. Hunter. The guy who stalked her all night. The guy with the gift of pissing her off. The guy…who was now punching and kicking the shit out of the three little dick minions.

Unfortunately, Hunter didn’t hit the first guy hard enough to send him to the ground, but when Hunter turned and back kicked him through the face, it was clear the guy was no longer conscious. His eyes rolled back, and it was dead weight that fell on to the asphalt.

The two other men attacked Hunter at the same time, going at him from both the left and the right. But Hunter was too fast, punching one while kicking the other guy in the skull. It seemed so easy for him, like he wasn’t even trying. It would have been damn impressive if he didn’t irritate the living crap out of her.

In what seemed like seconds, all three men were on the ground, splayed out like shriveled up little leaves in the middle of autumn.

Hunter crouched down beside her. “You okay?”

“Does it fucking look like I’m okay? What a dumbass question.”

He reached out to her. “Here, let me help you get up.”

Scarlet winced as he softly wrapped his hands around her shoulders and lifted her up from the ground. There was so much pain that possessed her body, Scarlet couldn’t even keep her eyes open.

She felt a finger softly touch her jaw.

“Fuck me. That had to be a huge blow.”

Instinctively she pulled back, away from his touch. “No shit, Batman!”

Finally able to open her eyes, she looked at Hunter, who did not seem like he had just kicked three fuckers’ asses.

He nodded toward the men knocked out on the ground. “Who are these guys?”

“How the fuck should I know?”

Hunter looked at her with a curved eyebrow. “Well, it’s a pleasure saving your stubborn ass, isn’t it?”

“No one asked you to save my stubborn ass. I was doing fine on my own.”

Hunter let out a mocking laugh. “Yeah, I could definitely see howfineyou were doing.”

“Fuck you.”

Pushing back the pain that was pulsing through her entire body, Scarlet squared her shoulders and walked to where her helmet was laying on the ground. With a grunt she bent over and picked it up before heading toward her motorcycle. God, it felt like her ribs and insides were all hanging outside her body.

Hunter followed her. “I have a feeling you know exactly who these assholes are.”

“Unfortunately for you, yourfeelingdoesn’t know what the fuck it’s on about.”

Wanting to get the hell away from Hunter and the assholes still passed out on the ground, she pulled the helmet over her head, ignoring the pain in her jaw, and got on her bike.

“You ride a bike?”

She turned to Hunter, who looked all confused. “What, are bikes only meant to be boys’ toys?”

“I’m not saying—”

“Fuck you, Ace.”

“Yeah, you said that already.”

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