Page 28 of Torment

She turned and saw Hunter looking at her. “I thought you left.”

“I wanted to.”

“You should have.”

“But I didn’t.”

She turned back and punched the bag some more. “What do you want, Ace?”

He stepped closer. “Is it my face this time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is it my face you’re seeing?”

“Maybe.” She didn’t stop punching.

Hunter grabbed the bag and stilled it, forcing her to stop.

She glared at him. “Walk away, Hunter.”

“No.”

“Walk the fuck away.” The anger that suddenly possessed her was about to erupt like a volcano that had been holding on to the fire inside it for years.

“Do it.” Hunter stepped right up, coming within inches from her.

“Do what?”

“Hit me.”

She gave a step back, her fists already balling at her sides. “Fuck you.”

“Do it. I know you want to.”

“You have no idea what I want to do right now.”

His green eyes bore into hers as he stepped forward while she kept stepping back.

“I was watching you, Scar. I watched you punch and kick that bag like it was the devil himself.” Hunter continued forward, towering over her like his sole pleasure in life was intimidating her. “The only question is, which devil was it? Him…or me?”

Scarlet’s back hit the wall, and she felt her heart ache as he stepped up to her, trapping her between his body and the concrete.

“You’re angry at me, just admit it.” Hunter slanted his head to the side, his lip cut and bruised from the fight he had with Riggs. She didn’t answer him. She was afraid the wrong words might come out of her mouth, words that would prove he had hurt her more than she would ever want him to know.

He stepped back, giving her some space to breathe. “Fine.” He held his hands up in the air, shrugging. “All I know is that if I was being fucked by someone and that person said my dead sister’s name, I’d be fucking pissed.”

There was no way to even think what the hell came over her. But the next thing she knew, she had launched herself at him and punched him right across the face, screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Fuck you, you asshole!”

Hunter’s face jerked to the side, blood gushing out of his nose, but it just wasn’t enough. She kept on screaming while slamming her other fist in his face.

“You son of a bitch!” Another punch and Hunter stammered backward, blood streaming over his lips, down his chin.

It still wasn’t enough. She punched him again, and he fell to his knees. He didn’t attempt to block her once. He took every punch, every ounce of pain she wanted to give him.

Tears started to stream down her face, but she kept on punching him. She couldn’t stop. And he didn’t stop her either. “You fucking asshole. You hurt me. You fucking hurt me.”

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