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I punch him again, square in the nose, and I hear a popping sound, feel the crunching beneath my fist. Red blood explodes from his nose, pouring down his shirt. He makes an oomph sound, his hands going to his face.
I don’t stop there. I punch him again and again, battering him, breaking his face. Bones break, and his flesh turns to raw red pulp as I beat him senseless. He loses consciousness and slides down to the car to come to a slumping position on the ground.
One of the first rules of MMA is you don’t keep going once a guy is down, but the rules go out the window when some filthy fucker touches your wife. I pull my foot back, delivering a swift kick to his ribs, hearing one snap.
The shock wave of pain brings Franklin back to consciousness, and I reach down and grab him by his suit jacket, dragging him back to his feet. He sways slightly, but he keeps his footing, and I throw another punch, busting his bottom lip. He goes down, turning in midair and coming to land with the car beside him.
He sits clumsily on his butt, trying to hurry away on his hands and feet. I let him scramble, make him think it’s over. Then I walk toward him, slow and purposeful. His face twists. Tears run freely from his eyes as terror seizes him. He knows this is the end for him.
“You better say a fucking Hail Mary, Franklin, because where you’re going, you’re going to need all the protection you can get. Now get the fuck up and fight me like a man.”
He keeps scooting.
“Please, I’ve had enough. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again, I swear. Please, just no more.”
His voice makes him sound like he has a cold, as his broken nose stops him from speaking properly. His begging does nothing to make me want to spare him. If anything, it makes the complete and utter disdain I feel for him come on even stronger.
Would he have shown Elle mercy? Would he have taken his dirty fucking hands off her if she had begged him to?
“Fuck you. Get up, or I swear I’ll snap your fucking neck,” I say.
With great effort, Franklin follows my instructions. It takes him two attempts to get to his feet, and a third attempt to stay there.
“You are a fucking coward. Say it,” I shout.
I’m taunting him now, wanting to make him feel small and scared, the way he tried to make Elle feel.
“I’m a coward,” he repeats.
“You’re pathetic. You disgust me,” I spit.
I pull back my fist, and a hand grabs my arm. I spin around angrily, ready to take on this new challenge, but my fist instantly drops to my side when I see Elle standing there, her face panic-stricken as she clings to my arm.
It registers that through all this, I have been able to hear her voice shouting my name.
“That’s enough, Falcon. You’re going to kill him,” she says. “You’re going too far.”
I shake my head.
“I’m in control, Elle. I plan to kill the fucker for what he’s done to you,” I say.
“No,” she says, her eyes wide. “Please don’t do that. I need you with me, Falcon, not rotting away in a prison cell. Don’t let him ruin what we have together. Please.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ELLE
I was so relieved when I saw Falcon step out of the trees as Franklin pressed himself against me. It became clear quickly that Franklin knew exactly who Falcon was and that he’s not someone you want to mess with.
I was so scared, so sure he was going to rape me, and when he turned from me, I ran to the end of the car and stayed there, my hands pressed on the hood to stop my knees from buckling. Even in the state I was in, it kind of pissed me off that Franklin wouldn’t hear a no from me, but when it came from Falcon, he heard it loud and clear, and begged for his forgiveness.
I wonder vaguely how Falcon knew I was even here. The answer comes to me quickly. He followed us. That’s why he wanted me to text him the details of the sales call. He never trusted Franklin, and now, I can see he was right not to.
I know I should be annoyed that he followed me. Talk about overbearing. But how can I be annoyed when he saved me from who knows what? How can I be annoyed that my husband loves me enough to always want to protect me?
I can’t. As much as I want to be mad at him, I’m not. I actually find it kind of hot that he’s so protective of me, that he shows me every day that I am truly his. I feel a rush of love for Falcon as I think about how he was always watching out for me, even when I pushed him away.
