I steer my bike right into him and he gets out of the way at the last second, but trips on my wheel and falls to the ground.
I hop off the bike and make sure Daphne is okay now that he’s let go of her. She’s leaning against the wall. I make sure she’s all right and then turn back to the guy as he’s standing up. He's sneering at me.
"So you like reclaiming your manhood by hurting women, huh?" I spit out.
He doesn't say anything. He just pulls out a knife and waves it at me frantically.
I smirk at him and rush over to him. He has no idea what happens when I grab him by the throat and punch him once in his gut.
Jake is a fucking moron because he gets back up and sneers at me. “That the best you got?” he asks.
He takes too long sneering and I bring my fist to his fucking nose.
All of a sudden, there's blood everywhere as I kick him in the gut and he bowls over. I bring my knee and it connects with his skull. The man is about to collapse to the floor but I hold him up.
I don't know what kind of game he was trying to pull here but it's not funny. He never gets a chance to do anything as I punch him in his face, right in the eyes, and he falls over on his back. That punch is so hard it makes me wince too. I hear the satisfying crunch that tells me I've done some damage. The man collapses to the ground and doesn't get up. So I do the only thing someone would do in this situation.
I pick him up and hold him by the throat. I punch him again and he really goes limp in my arms. I think he’s completely unconscious. I knee him one last time and that's when I hear Sam’s sirens. I let him drop to the ground as Sam and two other security guys come over. They look over the body.
Sam looks at me and I nod.
"Why'd you bother calling us, Sire?" he asks.
But I don't answer. I let his men place the three of them in restraints. They'll contact the local police - tell them about the trespassing and assault charges I intend to press.
I look at Daphne. She's staring at me wide-eyed.
"You forgot your panic button," I say and hold it up. Then I go over to her.
"Are you okay?" I ask her.
She's trembling. I hold her close to me and try to reassure her, “It’s okay."
She looks up at me.
"Derrick," she says, her voice scared. "Can you take me home?"
"Sure, love," I tell her. "Let's go."
She’s talking about my place. She’s calling it home.
I get on my bike and motion for her to do the same.
At first, she's a little unsure, but I give her my hand and she takes it, getting on.
Fuck, she's going to need a helmet. I take my helmet off and hand it to her.
"What about you?" she asks, her voice small.
I'll chance going without a helmet for her.
"I don't need a fucking helmet," I tell her. "I'm the fucking Prince."
She's quiet.
"Now, grab onto me," I instruct her.
She reaches around and grabs my body. Her tiny hands hold onto my abs, as if she's holding on for dear life.