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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 boysitting 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.”
“M-m-mommy!” came another high-pitched wail.
At least her son could form words now. “Hey, kid, who’s that mother—”Fuck. “Man?”
“He…he…he’s my d-d-daddy.” Another snot bubble expanded before popping like a damn overfilled balloon.
Jesus fucking Christ.How did that kid have any tears left? Or snot?
“Y-y-you hurt…him.”
No shit.“Sorry, kid, but some lessons need to be learned the hard way.” He tapped the mother’s cheek again. “C’mon, woman, wake up.” Why did women have to be so damn stubborn?
Hereallyneededto get the fuck out of there.
Finally, her eyes fluttered open but remained unfocused. She was still out of it. Maybe even had a concussion.
He stood and offered his hand but every time she tried to grab it, she missed. So, he hauled her up and onto her feet, keeping a hold of her when she wobbled slightly. He propped her up against her Honda, making sure she didn’t slide right back down into a heap.
“You okay?” He raked his gaze over her from top to toe. Blood soaked her blouse and her shorts. A sandal was missing and her sunglasses were gone.
She was going to have a hell of a shiner, a fat lip, and a couple of black eyes. Maybe even a few scars where her skin had split open. He was damn sure her ribs were at least bruised, if not broken.
She’d be hurting for a while. Most likely regretting her life choices. Like spitting out a nut nugget with a man who had no problem putting his hands on women. Especially the mother of his child. In front of the fucking kid, too. Couldn’t be more of a piece of shit than that.
