Page 62 of Firefly
Something inside me snaps violently.
So I punch him once and his nose explodes instantly while blood sprays across the hood.
“You know.” He spits blood onto the pavement, grinning through broken teeth. “She seemed real eager to forget about you.”
Another punch. Harder this time, so hard it causes his head to whip sideways.
“She kissed me first.”
The more he keeps talking, the angrier I get.
So, I drag him off the hood and slam him against the side of the car hard enough the windows rattle.
Rage boils through my body.
I can barely hear anything over it now.
“She’s not yours,” he wheezes.
The fuck she isn’t.
“She moaned real pretty though,” he taunts. “Bet she sounds even better when—“
I lose it completely.
My fist crashes into his jaw again and again until my knuckles split open.
He drops to the pavement trying to crawl away but I grab him by the back of his shirt and drag him across the gravel. He coughs blood while glaring at me. “Crazy fucking psycho.”
“You touched what’s mine.” The words come out low and animalistic. Possessive enough to scare even me a little, but I don’t care. All I can picture is Ophelia’s face.
Her tears.
Her body pressed against his.
MINE.
Firefly has always been mine.
Tattoo guy laughs weakly despite the blood pouring down his face. “She didn’t seem to mind.”
That’s the last thing he says.
The rage afterwards turns ugly fast. I lift my boot and slam it down on his face. Over and over again. Bones crack and cave in the more I stomp his face in until there is nothing left. His body visibly shakes until it doesn’t anymore.
By the time I finally step back, breathing hard, blood stains my boots.
Shit.
I stare down at what I’ve done while adrenaline slowly drains away, leaving something colder behind. Not regret exactly but more like… inevitability.
Because the second this asshole put his hands on Ophelia, this outcome was always coming.
I dig into my pocket, pulling out my phone as I scan the parking lot. Thankfully this is owned by the Cartel so I’m safe—ish.
My screen lights up and I press on Ryder’s number.
He answers immediately. “Yo, Ghost.”
