Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102929 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Kraven hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound. He just kept staring at Justin with those lethal eyes, and if it wasn’t for the fact that he kept tightening his hold on my side, I’d think Justin’s malicious intent wasn’t getting to him at all.
“By the way,” Justin sneered with a look of hate, “how’s your junkie-ass father these days? Word around the street is that he’s abandoned you, too. You know it’s only a matter of time before CPS is back on your ass and you’re separated from your brother.”
He stepped forward, and Kraven stepped us back.
Justin took one last look at me, turning his full attention back to the furious guy standing in front of me.
In one breath, he sadistically raged, “Maybe I should report you, see how fast you’re an orphan and out of my fucking face!”
One minute was all it took for anarchy to be unleashed.
* * *
I just didn’t expect to have a front row seat.
Chapter
Nineteen
Kraven
My jaw clenched, and my hand on Isla’s hip twitched.
“But look at that ass on your redhead,” Justin spat. “I guess I can’t blame you for keeping the truth about your dumpster trash family. We all know your mom used to deep throat anyone who’d cover her bar bill at the end of the night.”
I gripped harder.
“But I’d love nothing more than to go a couple of rounds with her red head too. The party is just getting started. How about you come bend over for me, darlin’?”
His roar started to sound muffled, and everything around me faded. I cracked my neck, my feet weighing heavily.
“Don’t worry, asshole! I’ll even let you watch. Or better yet, how about we just tag team her! She’s got three fucking holes for a reason! Let’s see who can make her come first. I bet you it’ll be my cock up her ass that really makes her scream while she bleeds!”
I saw red.
Nothing but red.
Fury quickly overtook every last fiber of my being.
It was too late.
I was too far gone.
Fight or flight…
There was a choice to be made by me, and I instinctively chose.
Fight.
“I’ll even pay your light bill for her! What’s that, a hundred bucks? I’ll throw in a fifty if she sucks my dic—”
I took off, hauling ass like a possessed man toward the piece of shit in front of me. I heard the faint sound of Isla’s loud gasp muffled in the background as I charged him. Ramming my shoulder into his chest, I forcefully slammed his back into the tree beside us.
The dipshit’s hands instantly flew to my vicious hold, trying to pry me off, but I didn’t give him a chance. I went full force, yanking him away from the tree, only to slam his body back into it. Gripping his hair, I spun him around so his back was to my front and smashed his face into the willow instead.
I didn’t pay any mind to the blood dripping off his face as he stumbled to remain upright. Using his momentum, my fist connected with his jaw before he even saw it coming. His head snapped back, taking half his body with it. I was over to the piece of shit in one stride, grabbing his shirt and punching him in the face repeatedly.
I delivered blow after blow to his stomach, his ribs, his chest, and back up to his face. Hearing hasty cracks in my fist’s wake.
I let the asshole go, and he fell to the ground, covered in blood and whimpering in pain.
“Get up!” I angrily ordered, kicking him in the ribs. He recoiled, feeling more of the agony I was spitefully delivering. “Get the fuck up!”
Out of nowhere, Isla grabbed a hold of my shirt from behind me, but it didn’t stop me in the least. I heard it rip in her grasp as I continued my assault on Justin’s face and body, hitting him until my knuckles felt raw and aching.
I felt her hands on my shoulders, desperately trying to pull me off him. When I didn’t, she used my own momentum and forcefully spun around, snapping me back to reality by the frightened expression on her face. She rapidly made me realize what the hell I’d just done.
She fell to her knees on the grass beside Justin, trying to tend to his knocked-out body. I halted her attempt, clutching onto her wrists and roughly yanking her to her feet. I turned her to face me instead.
No one was around us, and I was surprised we didn’t gain a crowd. She didn’t back down, using all her strength to shove me away.
I stepped toward her. “Isla—”
She pushed me again and again and again, the words on the tip of her tongue, her wrath was right there for me to touch, to feel. I could see her struggling to form her words, battling to get them out.