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His friends try to disengage him from me, but he only tightens his hold until I can’t breathe.
I smile sweetly like the very good person I am and then mutter, “Fuck you.”
He lifts his fist and I close my eyes. Maybe I need this so I’ll either pass out or finally snap the fuck out of it.
I wait for the punch, but it never comes.
The fingers disappear from around my throat and I watch in complete horror as Nikolai drives his fist into the guy’s face, sending him flying.
Blood explodes all over his nose and mouth as he splutters on the ground. And then he lifts him up by his T-shirt and punches him again.
And again.
Then kicks him.
When the others try to interfere, he drives his fists in their faces in a long succession of punches.
He’s in a frenzy. A craze.
He iscrazy.
And yet as I stand here, the only feeling that goes through me is resounding relief.
He didn’t leave.
He came back.
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NIKOLAI
This is definitelynotwhat it looks like.
I didn’t hang out around the area of the pub, chain-smoking and contemplating how to pick a fight and punch some motherfuckers.
Okay, I did.
But the next part isdefinitelynot what it looks like.
I didn’t beat these people up because a cunt happened to grab Brandon by his shirt or attempt to punch him.
Hurthim.
Right in front ofme.
Yeah, so I did drive my fist in Brandon’s face the last time I saw him, but onlyIget to do that.
Anyway, this bunch of assholes ended up being victims of my sour mood because they happened to be here.
Not because I followed Brandon like a creepy stalker or anything equally stupid.
Okay, maybe I did, but it was only for two blocks. Maybe three.
Fine.Five.
But none of that matters.
The fact that I get to decorate my hand with their deplorable blood does. Fucker who caught Brandon by the shirt is now spluttering blood on the ground, half conscious, while I humble his friends.
