Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 30

Photo of Emma in her outfit above ⬆️:

           C H R I S T O P H E R'S    POV:

       He had spit blood right on the pavement of the ground. I swore that I heard a bunch of people just cheering it on as I used my fist at his face, and I used single one punch after another. Oliver was beneath me, and I had grabbed his collar and I punched his face again. And I used my whole body to slam him down right on the ground.

    I couldn't actually stop myself from punching him. Blood had gone onto my shirt. I had my way with the pathetic asshole. And I felt in some sort of control, and he just lied there, taking it. His teeth had blood covering them as well as his nose and mouth. I kept a fist just going. There was a few of the guests from the restaurant inside all watching and seeing what I was doing. And I didn't care. Because getting this guy what he deserves. I had yelled over and over again at him. And of course, if I get arrested, I surely won't care because this asshole deserves every punch I give him. And then of course, I only saw the people just so invested in what was going on with me actually beating his ass. And I just want my anger out, and do whatever I can to claim back what is mine. And so far, he is not gonna get away with it.

   "YOU DON'T TOUCH HER!" I punched him so much harder, I felt my knuckles burning in pain from the impact. "FUCK YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

I had punched him in his face over and over and over again nonstop. And there were gasps coming from the witnesses. And they all cheered or feared for deer life. And I had not cared if I was taking this too far or blowing this way out of proportion. But I wasn't. At least I didn't think that I was. I was going to do whatever it was that I could to try my best to beat the living shit out of him. And I know that eventually I'll have to stop because right now his blood is on my hands. But did it make me the bad person? Because I'm only doing what I know is right because he is going after what is mine. And it's my job to protect what is mine. And I don't care if I kill him.

I gave it up for a minute or so, allowing him to cough up blood as he breathed finally. And when I watched him take a deep breath, he looked at me with a sarcastic smirk. He obviously felt good about himself. And he chuckled so loudly that he spit blood at me.

He winked at me and he muttered incoherently to say, "is that all you got?"

I had not given a rat's ass about this guy. Oliver Hugo, the guy who takes things. And right now I can't even imagine how bad this is. I'm right outside of the restaurant and I can smell the bread and the cheese being made they make for the pizzas at Joe's Slice. And immediately I knew it was the worst time to actually drink. But I really didn't care. I allowed my fist to punch him every second that my hand would be able to take.

   "That's for going after Emma. You motherfucker!" I punched him so much harder in the jaw, clearly not caring. And I watched him be good enough at not even trying to fight back.

    Because he was so wasted from the bar, he just laughed while I punched him. And I only thought of how I wished this guy dead. I took every inch of my hand beating his face in. And he didn't fight back because of how drunk he is. And I won't lie, I'm pretty shit-faced myself. But I was willing to do whatever it is it takes to take him down.

     And then in my head, I kept thinking of the worst. And it should all be out of my head. And as I was beating the hell out of him, I saw Emma coming out of the restaurant, wearing her uniform short sleeve shirt with Joe's Slice written on the front in block letters, and she was wearing dark jeans and plain white sneakers. I had just stopped and her face was in horror from what she just saw.