Page 77 of Home Town Advantage
“Try to get away, Ms. Bruiser. Don’t let little old scrappy me get in your way.”
She thrashes and kicks her heart out, but his hold never breaks. She sighs. “Ugh, fine, but few men are fucking Godzilla like you. Now get off me. You smell like bologna.”
He releases her and lifts his shirt to smell it. “I do not,” he insecurely pouts.
Beau stands to his full, gigantic height. “Can I teach you ladies a few easy moves? You never know when they might come in handy.”
I shrug. “Why not? Aren’t we supposed to just kick you in the balls?”
He shakes his head. “Most men anticipate that.” He points to the spot on his neck just under his ear. “This right here? It’s an unknown weak spot. It’s more unexpected if you strike this nerve. It’s a pressure point, and it immediately immobilizes the nervous system. You can put a man my size to the ground in seconds. It doesn’t take much force either.”
Daylen shakes his head. “No way.”
Beau crooks his finger. “Come here.”
Daylen stands and walks to him. “Don’t hurt me, big guy.”
Beau rolls his eyes. “Not me. Kennedy. Come here and stand in front of Daylen.”
Kennedy’s face lights up. “Punching Daylen in the throat. No problem.”
Beau shakes his head. “Not punching. Make a fist with your thumb on the outside, spread across your fingers.” She does. “You’re not going to punch with your knuckles. That takes a windup that an attacker might see coming.” He points to the area where her index finger and thumb form a circle. “You’re going to simply hammer chop him right on the nerve. It doesn’t take that much force, but it’s effective enough for you to get away.”
We all sit there and practice the would-be chop on our own palms.
Daylen chuckles. “There’s no way Kennedy can take me down with that.”
Beau places his hand on Daylen’s shoulder. “It’s science. You’ll go down like a bag of bricks.”
“No fucking way that broom-riding, entitled princess can take me down.”
Kennedy crosses her arms. “How about we make a little wager?”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “I’m intrigued. Tell me more.”
“If I win, I get to pick your opening day gameday stadium arrival outfit. If you win, you can pick mine.”
He nods and answers without hesitation. “Deal.”
Beau points to the spot on Daylen that Kennedy needs to hit. He also clears an area in my living room so nothing breaks if the giant goes down. I have to admit, it seems unlikely that she can take a man of Daylen’s size down with a chop-punch like that, but we’ll see.
Daylen covers his dick with his hands and mumbles, “Just in case.”
Kennedy makes the fist as Beau instructed. She narrows her eyes at Daylen. “I’m going to enjoy every minute of this. I might orgasm if you pass out.”
She then gives Daylen a hard, quick chop to the side of his neck. He goes down so damn hard I’m afraid there will be a dent in my floor. He’s not completely out cold, but it’s like he wastasered and doesn’t have full body function for at least thirty seconds.
Kennedy jumps up and down in glee at winning the bet. Beau smiles in satisfaction. I don’t think I’ll ever doubt the man again.
As a successful evening draws to a close, Kennedy pulls me aside. “What’s going on with you and Vance?”
I act shocked. “What do you mean?”
“You’re suddenly very chummy.”
I shrug. “We saw each other when we were home. We see each other here. Our friends are all friends. We don’t want to be the cause of drama. It’s easier for everyone if we focus on the positive and not dwell on our baggage. We’ve called a truce.”
She eyes me skeptically. I have no idea whether she believes me or not.
