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Oakleigh tries to pull away, but the jackass tightens his grip, fingers digging into her skin.
I don’t say a fucking word.
I grab him by his neck and slam him back, throwing his chair over in the process.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?!” I snarl at him as I yank back my fist.
His eyes are wide with fear, as they should be.
This dude is nothing more than a sleazy Wall Street looking motherfucker.
Without hesitation, I strike him in the face with my fist.
Nothing he says or will say is going to stop me from hurting him.
He struggles to get up as I land punch after punch.
Blood squirts from his nose and he somehow manages to get on his feet.
I grab him by the shirt and pull him back, sucker punching him in the gut.
He tumbles over and takes a deep, ragged breath.
Fury is coursing through my veins with every waking moment. "Apologize!" I roar, loud enough for everyone in the club to hear.
The loud music is muted, drowned out by the pounding of my heart in my ears.
"Fuck you!" He spits, his blood splattering down on the carpet in the process.
Wrong answer, idiot.
I grab his collar, pulling him until our faces are mere inches apart.
I slam him down against the stage with all of my might, not caring who’s bearing witness to my violence.
His scream is laughable, sounding like a teenager hollering at her brother.
Though, it’s short as I continue to wail on him.
Bodies gather around us, but they don’t dare intervene.
Finally, some random ass dude comes charging up. “Whoa, buddy. Let him go.” the man tries to reason with me.
I turn, nostrils flaring. “Who the fuck are you to tell me to stop? Did you see what he did to Oak?”
The man’s brows shoot up. “I’m one of the bouncers here, and no, I didn’t.”
I punch the guy again and the bouncer grabs my arm.
I turn around and give him one fucking warning. “Get your hand off me right now, or you’ll look worse than this miserable fuck.”
“Buddy,” the bouncer grits out.
I roar at him, not planning on being respectful in the least bit. "Keep a better eye on your fuckin' girls,"
The bouncer’s getting more and more aggravated by the moment. “Who the fuck are you to?—”
Oakleigh’s distressed voice rings out. “Sparky, stop. He’s a friend.”
