Unleashed (A Bad Boy Stepbrother Romance) (91 page)

I’m angry as fuck.

My hand hurts, and now I’m looking over my shoulder. There’s no worse feeling. Just because I beat up two punks doesn’t mean that it’s the end of it.

They’ll be dialing their friends, looking for some gang payback.

It’s always like that with these kinds of guys. Can’t win a fight two-on-one? Then they go ten-on-one.

And no matter how good of a fighter I am, the odds of winning decrease drastically with each new opponent you add.

Meanwhile, Cassie is busy asking me if I had to break the guy’s jaw.

“Couldn’t you have just hit him softer?”

It’s not like breaking his jaw was my intent. I just fucking hit him.

I felt the hinge dislodge right when my fist impacted him. It was subtle, just a click, not far enough for all the nerves to tear, for him to pass out from blinding pain.

But enough that he could
feel
it, couldn’t talk properly.

Enough that he’ll have a hell of a time eating anything solid for weeks, if not months.

I don’t feel a shred of remorse. If you step to someone, you’d better be fucking ready to take all he can give you.

Nobody threatens what’s mine. Those two fuckers got off easy.

“Chance, will you slow down? I can’t walk this fast. What are you so mad about now anyway? It’s over.”

And of course she doesn’t understand why I’m angry.

But the strength of my anger surprises even me. Just the thought of her being threatened, just the thought of her being hurt in some way…