Page 288 of The Defiant Curse

“Oh, a woman is fighting for that cum dumpster’s honor.”

And that’s when she leaned down, said something, and both men went red. As she spoke to them, she pointed back at Graham and said something else.

That made the one guy get up when she held her fingers about two inches apart and pointed at him.

Then, his crotch.

There was no doubt she was emasculating the size of his dick.

At her insult, his chair fell backward, and still, no one who knew Elizabeth got up. The place went silent, and the show got ready to start.

While in a skirt and sweater, she might seem harmless, she was anything but—especially to two drunks who just insulted her son.

Finn saw the intent.

“Uh, he’s going to hit her! I have to…”

But he didn’t get a chance.

The dumbass swung, and she ducked under his arm. With her elbow, she brought it down so hard on his kidney that he went to the ground, and directly into the fetal position.

That was enough for the other dude to come at her, and for all the patrons to gasp.

They all watched him try to bash her skull in with a beer bottle.

And fail.

She grabbed his wrist, twisted, and brought him to his knees. Then, she hit him in the neck, and he went out cold. It was just in time for the other guy to get on his feet, and for her to punch him in the balls after he tried to hit her again.

Once more, he landed on the floor like a fish out of water.

“And if I ever hear you motherfuckers, or anyone else running your goddamn mouths about my son again, I’m going to find you and take your dick off to shove it down your throats.”

Finn just stared at her.

“What the hell?”

When she stepped on them to walk over them, the cop just shook his head.

“They didn’t even land a punch.”

No one who knew Elizabeth thought they would. She worked with Marines all over her. She went to the gym with MRR Ivan and Archangels.

They hadn’t stood a chance.

Immediately, Michael began clapping as she headed back to the table. When she got there, she curtseyed. Oh, and addressed the whole bar.

“I swear to God, and everything that is holy, if one more person says shit about my son, they’re going to have to deal with me. I get mean. That was nothing. I’ll hide your bodies after the carnage, and then slap the stupid out of your loved ones when they try to find you!”

And that said it all.

Ethan pulled out his wallet and took out cash. He handed it to the waitress.

“I know nothing got damaged, but this is for their beers. I don’t think they’ll be staying.”

She took the money, and the owner laughed.

“A round on the lass! She is buying!” he said, proving there was no insult with her taking care of the trash.