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And I was going to enjoy it too.
I poked Cory on the back of the shoulder a few times with my index finger. Hard.
Without letting go of Katrina’s arm, he whirled around, face contorted with anger. “What the fuck?”
“Let her go.”
“Back off, Haven.”
“I would love to.” That was a lie. I didn’t want to back off, I wanted to punch him in the face. “But you’re pissing me off.”
“Mind your own fucking business.”
He tried to turn away—as if he could get out of it that easily—so I grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him toward me.
“I don’t like the way you’re talking to her and I really don’t like the way you grabbed her when she tried to leave.” I leaned closer, trying not to wobble, but the room was starting to spin again. “So prick being a stop. No. Stop being a prick.”
“Fuck you, Haven.”
Without warning, I balled my fist and popped him in the mouth. Katrina screamed and he staggered backward into an empty chair.
I could have left it at that. Should have left it at that. But of course I didn’t.
Heedless of the commotion, and the three off-duty cops in the room, I went after him. Blood trailed down his chin but I hadn’t hit him hard enough to knock him down. He swung and his fist glanced off my jaw. I didn’t even flinch. I grabbed him by the shirt and punched him in the face.
That one did it. He dropped to the sticky floor. I licked my bottom lip and tasted the metallic tang of blood.
Katrina fell to her knees next to him. “Oh my god. Baby, are you okay?”
Was he okay? A minute earlier he’d been calling her every derogatory name in the book. Now she was worried about him?
Someone grabbed me by the upper arm and shoved me toward the door. “Let’s go.”
It was Garrett.
Cory was on the floor groaning. I hadn’t even knocked him out.
“What the hell?” I tried to wrench my arm away but Garrett tightened his grip. “Dude, what are you doing?”
“Getting you out of here.”
“They can’t kick me out.” I twisted around and raised my voice. “You deserved it Cory, you douche.”
“Shut up, Z,” Garrett growled.
“What are you going to do? Arrest me?”
He opened the door and shoved me outside. “Do you want me to? Because it seems like you do.”
“How am I the bad guy?” I gestured toward the bar. “He was being a total prick.”
“Being a prick isn’t a defense for assault.”
“You expect me to sit by and let a guy talk to a woman like that?”
“Standing up for a woman is fine, but you can’t go around punching people in the face.”
I grinned. “Yeah I can. I just did.”
