Seriously?
The gigolo reached down, grabbed the cash box off the table, and started to walk away.
“Hey!” Niall screamed, running after him. Austin rushed forward. Laurel and Savannah and Jessamine all went barreling towards the fancy fox.
One of the gang raised his fist, about to deliver a punch to Niall’s head.
Austin beat him to it, punching the man so hard that his jaw shattered and bloody teeth went flying.
Immediately, the other men began closing around the overdressed jerk, growling protectively.
Austin bowled through them, sending them staggering, and grabbed the cash box back from the man in the suit. He handed the box to Laurel, who had come running up behind him.
“That is our money!” Laurel cried out, her voice choked with fury. “What do you mean coming here and stealing our money?”
“Stealing? You owe me, bitch! You’re still sixty thousand dollars short!” He snarled at her.
“That’s not how it works,” Savannah yelled at him, balling her fists. “We have acontract.We have made all our payments on time. If we can’t make the balloon payment in a month, then you get to take theproperty. You can’t come steal our money on top of that! And we told you to stay off our property until then!”
“I’ll come onmyproperty any damn time I want,” Fancy Fox spat at her. “I’m going to start coming here morning, noon and night, and I’m going to take whatever cash you’ve got sitting in your register, and whatever you have in your safe. And there’s not a thing you can do to stop me.” He looked up at Austin. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll hand me my money back, leave, and never come back. Oh, you may think you’re big and bad, but I have some very powerful connections, and you do not want to piss me off, Mr…” He let the last part trail off questioningly.
Austin towered over Mr. Fancy Fox, glaring down at him. “I’m Austin Bronson. And who the fuck are you?”
“I’m your worst fucking nightmare.” He grinned, letting his little fangs descend in an attempt to intimidate.
Austin threw his head back and howled with laughter.
“Oh my God. Oh my God. You did not just say that. No, really, who are you?” he gasped, wiping tears from his cheeks.
“I don’t answer to the likes of you,” Fancy Fox snarled, shaking with fury. He glanced around at his men for support, only to realize that they were all casually, slowly, sliding back away from him and avoiding his gaze.
“He’s Algernon, Lord of All Foxes,” Savannah said quietly.
“What? No. That’s not what he calls himself,” Austin said in astonishment. He stared at her grim expression. “You’re serious. Lord of All Fuck-faces? Really?” He laughed so hard that he doubled over. He clutched at his stomach. “Ow. Whoooo. I think I strained something.”
“Algernon, Lord of allFoxes!” Algernon screamed.
“Algernon, Lord of all Fart-boxes? Holycrap.” Everyone in the crowd was joining Austin in his laughter now.
One of Algernon’s men smacked a woman who was laughing at his boss, and Austin instantly stopped laughing.
“Change,”he roared at the top of his lungs, and blasted every single one of them so hard that they changed in less than a minute, howling and screaming without words.
He held them there, frozen in place. That was harder to do then just forcing them to change, and it set up a dull ache in his temples, but he was really pissed. He didn’t like men who hit women.
They writhed, they whimpered, they squealed.
The whole crowd stared, fascinated. He held them, and he held them, and Algernon and his men whined in pain, their eyes huge with panic.
Finally he released them.
“Change back,”he shouted, and the sound of snapping bones and screams of agony filled the air. He could have just let them change back naturally, on their own, and spared them the pain, but where was the fun in that?
Within a minute, he was faced with a crowd of naked, panting, groaning men, who all looked as if they were about to vomit. Algernon, Lord of All Fuck-turds, was sweating like a pig, and his gelled hair was a mess, sticking up in random spikes.
They stumbled in place, gasping for breath.
The crowd attending the barbecue started clapping and cheering. Austin made a mock bow to the crowd, and they cheered even louder.
