Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
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 the Pilot.
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.
What a fuckin’ pity.
But the fuck if he was done. This asshole needed a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget.
Stone drop-kicked him in the ribs the same way he did the woman. Except Asshole hadn’t been wearing heavy biker boots. His loafers didn’t have quite the same impact.
His boots were great for stomping on roaches, too. And he’d never seen a bigger one than the one sprawled at his feet. So, he crushed it under the sole of his boot. Just to be safe, he did it again.
And one more for shits and giggles.
Once his rage lessened and reality began to return, he noticed the groaning man’s head lolling back and forth. Asshole was bleeding from his nose, his mouth, even his ears.
Was he actually crying like a little bitch?
Now that was fucking embarrassing.
Bruises were already blooming on every inch of skin Stone could see not covered in blood. Asshole’s eyes were swelling at a rapid rate. One cheek was split wide open from Stone’s bulky rings and his lips wouldn’t be yelling shit for a good while. He wouldn’t be able to breathe through his nose anytime soon, either. The angle of his arm seemed to be a bit off, too.
Maybe Asshole was simply flexible.
Or maybe not.
“Hope you learned your fuckin’ lesson,” Stone growled and sucked a thick hocker from his nasal cavity into his mouth before spitting it on Asshole’s face. “That’s a little partin’ gift from me to you.”
Since Asshole was no longer an active threat, he didn’t give him another glance. Instead, Stone approached the boy sitting on the ground next to his mother, clinging to her limp hand. “You okay, kid?”
With tears and snot covering his red face, the kid could only hiccup in answer. Once the high-pitched wails started again, Stone winced. For fuck’s sake. He needed ear plugs. Or duct tape.
He squatted down and softly tapped the woman’s unbruised cheek. “You in there?”
He brushed a lock of hair off her forehead and checked her pulse. It was strong. She was simply knocked out.
Stone had been there, done that, and woke up with a massive splitting headache. He had no doubt she’d experience the same. Luckily, he couldn’t spot any broken bones. But that didn’t mean she didn’t have any.
“C’mon, wake the fuck up. Can’t leave you here like this. Can’t leave your kid alone.” He sighed. He needed to get the fuck out of there before the pigs showed up. He tapped her cheek more firmly this time. “C’mon, woman. Don’t got all fuckin’ day. Wake the fuck up.”