Chapter 45

I just see that bastard holding her throat in my mind’s eye, and start punching and kicking fluidly. Feeling nothing of his return defense moves, or his attempts to fight back as my instincts kick in and go into automatic maneuvers and skill. I want to pound him into the fucking ground, stamp his skull into a thousand tiny pieces and paint the floor red with his fucking blood. No one in the universe has a right to lay hands on her against her will, and even though this started as a jealous rage, it’s now an all-consuming black hole of hatred for a guy who would hurt her. I’ve never felt this kind of longing for sheer violence and fire inside of me, ever, and right now I actually want to kill the mother fucker.

I hear Sophie’s sweet torn voice nearby, cutting through the haze softly, but my arms and legs don’t stop going, my onslaught of crazy assault is in full swing and even though he’s down on the ground, I give no actual shits. My aim is not to disable this asshole, it’s to