Page 84 of Micah

In that exact moment, I lose whatever was left of my reason.

“You should've stayed outta this,” he growls.

“No.”

I take one deliberate step forward.

“You should've kept your hands off my girl.”

He laughs.

Actually laughs.

“Your girl?”

“You okay, Princess?” I ask.

And yeah, the words leave my mouth before I even think them through.

I don't care.

Everyone in the room can hear.

Everyone should hear.

“I-I’m fine,” she whispers, but her voice cracks and I know she’s lying.

Scarface glares at Sloane.

She stumbles back. Gets herself clear of us.

Good girl.

Now I don't have to worry about hurting her.

“You’re gonna pay for this, you fucking loser!”

He swings.

Big.

Wide.

Powerful.

And so fucking predictable.

I crash inside his reach before the punch finishes.

Palm strike to the chin.

Hammer fist to the throat.

Knee into his stomach.

He doubles over.

I seize the back of his head and drive him face-first into one of the thick wooden support posts.