His Everything (Not Just Friends 2)

“Hey, you trying to look at my cock, motherfucker?” the guy slurred out.

Ace rolled his head on his neck again, clenched his jaw, and faced the guy once more. “What did you call me?” Oh, he would have backed off, but he was barely on a razor’s edge as it was, and with that asshole calling him a motherfucker … he wasn’t walking away now.

Ace took a step closer, and curled his nails into his palms, breathing out slowly through his mouth. “I asked you a question.” His blood was pumping, his body growing warm with the increased blood flow. This was going to be good, really fucking good.

The guy tucked his shit back in his pants, turned, and grinned. “I asked if you were trying to look at my dick. Are you gay or something?”

Ace moved closer still. The streetlight illuminated the side of the building in colors of muted yellow and orange. “You should have kept your hands to yourself. When a woman says stay the fuck back, you do that.”

The guy swerved, braced his hand on the wall, and narrowed his eyes. “Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?”

“I’m the guy that’s going to kick your ass,” Ace said in a low voice, seething with anger and ready to fuck this asshole up so he’d remember who in the hell he’d crossed.

The other guy blinked a few times and then started laughing. He still had to brace his hand on the wall to stand upright, and the glossy look in his eyes told Ace he was pretty far gone. But that wasn’t going to stop this from happening. It sure as fuck didn’t stop this guy from going up to Lauren and thinking he could touch her just because she was dancing.

“Are you for real right now?” The guy hiccupped after he spoke. “The bitch was alone, so unless you’re some punk that left her at that shitty bar unattended, you got no claim on this, man.”

Ace curled his lip, his rage rising, and moved another step closer. This asshole was fucking stupid, especially when it was clear Ace outweighed him by a good fifty pounds of solid muscle, and was six inches taller than he was. But alcohol usually had men growing balls of steel.

Hell, Ace had his fair experience starting shit with some guys bigger than he was. He might have come out the victor only because he trained, was in shape, and knew how to handle himself. But he also wasn’t the one that got their ass kicked because he had enough anger and violence seething in him to take out a damn semi truck. But even if Ace had been drunk as fuck he would have been able to take this dipshit.

“Just go back inside,” he said, squinted his eyes, then straightened from against the wall. “If that bitch was in there alone, which she was when I went up to her,” he slurred, “then she was free pussy, man.” He turned his head to spit. “Get the fuck out of here with that shit.”

Ace grinned.

The guy narrowed his eyes. “Man, this ain’t funny. You come after me and I will retaliate.”

The guy couldn’t even stand up straight, let alone remember what in the hell happened after he spoke. Still, he was about to get his ass kicked. This motherfucker thought to call Lauren a bitch and free pussy?

Hell. Fucking. No.

He took a step closer, and the guy shook his head.

“Just back off. I have friends that will beat your ass bad, man.”

Oh, this bastard was dead. He couldn’t even back up his own shit, but had to mention his friends? Ace charged forward and slammed into the asshole’s body, both of them crashing against the wall. The other guy started swinging, but he was slow, his actions sloppy. He did manage to clip Ace in the mouth, the lucky strike having blood burst in Ace’s mouth as his lip split open.

All Ace could see was black, a dark, pitless blackness that was eating him up. Nothing else mattered at the moment except connecting flesh with flesh, and making this the only thing that he could focus on.

Ace brought his fist up, slamming it into this motherfucker’s jaw. The guy turned his head from the force, blood and saliva spraying out of his mouth from the action. Ace wanted to punch him so many times his knuckles bled and his heart felt like it would burst right through his chest.

He was pumped with adrenaline and endorphins. The sound of the muted music coming from the building could be heard, but all Ace could focus on was hitting the guy over and over again, and that was just what he did.

“Ace!”

The sound of Lauren calling him pierced through the cloud of rage he was currently filled with. He hit the guy again and again until he fell to the dirty ground, braced on his hands and knees, with blood pooling from his nose and dropping to the concrete.