Page 84 of Bound By Her

She should have known better.

The man muttered something to Seth—low, taunting.

Seth’s fist snapped forward, and even over the loud music, Adria heard the crack of impact. The man went sprawling onto the floor.

Adria barely had time to process before Seth pounced.

His second punch landed squarely, sending a spray of blood from Blue Jeans’ nose.

Chaos exploded around them. Three men materialized from the crowd, grabbing for Seth, but he wasn’t done. He twisted violently, driving his fist into the gut of the biggest one. The man doubling over.

Then, with ruthless precision, Seth spun and drove his foot between the legs of the second man.

The third lunged, and Seth squared up, colliding with him full force.

They crashed to the floor, rolling, limbs tangling.

Adria’s pulse slammed against her ribs. “Seth, stop!”

But he didn’t hear her.

Or maybe he just didn’t care.

By some miracle, he landed on top. But then Adria saw it—the flash of metal.

And all the blood drained from her body.

Seth had a knife pressed to the man’s throat.

The entire bar had gone silent, the music long since cut off.

The man beneath him—scraggly beard, twice Seth’s size—went rigid, his chest rising and falling in sharp bursts.

Seth’s voice, low and deadly, cut through the quiet.

“Try me.”

Then—click.

Her stomach dropped.

The bulky man Seth had punched in the gut had recovered. And now, he stood behind him, pressing the cold muzzle of a 9mm to the back of his head.

The air in the bar turned razor-sharp.

“Get off him,” the man growled.

Seth didn’t move.

His grip on the knife never wavered.

A slow smirk curled his bloody lip.

“You first.”

“What the hell is going on in here?” Eric’s voice boomed into the room. Relief flooded over Adria, who, beer still in hand, was still stupidly standing frozen on the dance floor.

“This guy is starting fights,” the man holding the gun said.

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