Page 60 of Ignite

“To save Hallie.”

“From you? I’m right on fucking time.”

He shrugs. No remorse. That lights the fuse.

I toss my gun and kick it off the canvas.

Before he can think, I punch him in the nose.

Shit, that feels good.

“Fuck!” He grabs his face as blood gushes.

“What do you want from me?”

“Nothing. I just want to hurt you. You left a mark on her. Now I’ll leave a whole collection on you.”

“All this over her?” he sneers.

I lunge, grab him at the waist, and slam him into the ropes. When he’s on all fours, I swing my leg and kick his jaw.

He drops, face covered, curled up. Pathetic.

“Get up. Or are you too pussy to fight a man?” I kick his ribs. He grunts.

Blood drips from his mouth. He wobbles to his feet and takes a swing. I duck easily and chuckle.

“Jesus. You need a new trainer.”

He stops. I jog on the spot. I could run rings around this asshole.

“I don’t get your obsession with her. You’re outta her league. She didn’t satisfy me. Couldn’t even stop me from sticking my dick elsewhere.”

My vision goes red. Blood pounds in my ears.

“Is that what gets you off? Putting women down? Does it make up for your pencil dick?”

I grab him by the throat and lift him.

“You’re gonna stay the fuck away from Hallie. This is your one and only warning. Touch her again, and I’ll make sure you spend the rest of your life being fed through a tube. Or I’ll bury you myself.”

He gulps.

I drop him. He hits the mat hard.

“What, you her bodyguard now?” he coughs.

“Stop. Fucking. Talking about her.”

His blood stained teeth emerge as he smiles. He’s batshit crazy. Maybe I should just kill him. He’s one of those pricks that will keep popping up.

“Did she suck your dick? Do that swirly thing? That mouth and her pussy—only good things about her. Miserable bitch. I wish I got to?—”

I don’t let him finish.

He makes me sick.

There’s so much more to Hallie. She’s brilliant. Smart. Funny. Sassy. Bossy. She lights up a room.

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