Resist Me. Book 2. Chapter 1

Something had snapped in Mark. If he had been acting crazy before, he was acting certifiably mad now. His eyes were burning intensely as they darted from Brett to Cheyanne, resting occasionally on their interlocked hands. He was furious.

“Fine! You know, I came here to take you back. Now I think I’ll just kick his ass.”

He ran towards Brett, swinging his fists wildly. Brett pushed Cheyanne away from him and she stumbled backwards uncontrollably. Cheyanne couldn’t stop the scream that escaped her throat when she fell to the pavement.

Mark’s fist flew towards Brett, but Brett took a swift step backwards until he was standing with his back to a minivan parked in the handicap spot nearest to the building. He had no other way to retreat now, and unless he swung fast, Mark’s next hit was going to connect with him.

But when Mark swung his arm around in an imposing right hook, Brett simply ducked and let Mark’s meaty hand make painful contact with the minivan.