Chapter 17

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Chapter seventeen

If you want some, come get some,
Cause where I’m from we tote big guns

Let’s go – Trick Daddy ft. Lil Jon & Twista

Start song on [***]

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[Ray’s POV]

Music thumped all around us and yet I barely registered it. Green and red lights flashed across everyone’s faces but once again, I barely noticed it while I stared at the drunken man who had ruined Seychelles’ night. I was thankful now that Tom begged to come along to the club because if he hadn’t been here to drag her away from harm then I wouldn’t be standing dead centre of the club, staring daggers at the cocky drunkard.

“You’d be smart to let him go” I growled over the music to the three men holding Cole down. My blood still boiled at seeing the pathetic excuses of men standing in front of me who jumped another man trying to defend a woman. My respect grew for Cole. I was across the club but they were within my vision considering I could see above the majority of the people in here and I saw everything unravel. While I wasn’t too happy about another man dancing with my woman, I was at least glad he had the decency to not grind against her and even put himself between her and these cowards.

The Drunk Man scoffed while his friends, who looked a little less drunk than him, continued to hold Cole down but began to look a little uneasy. “You’re not a part of this! He made me lose my dance with that slu-“

My eye twitched when I realised where his mind was leading to and even before he could finish his sentence my fist shot out and cracked against his jaw. It was a clean hit and sent him stumbling backwards, falling into a few people behind him. Drunk Man’s friends released Cole and rushed towards me as Cole slumped to the ground. Well if it was a fight they wanted. It was a fight they would get.

[***] I rolled my shoulders back and cracked my neck from side to side while my eyes narrowed at them. Two of the men tried to jump me and hold me down, the same way they did with Cole, but I dropped down and swiped my leg down and backwards tripping them to the ground. I shoved my knee into the throat of the closest one keeping him on the ground as he clawed at my knee and gasped for air. My weight held my knee down firmly enough that even though he was pushing and shoving with everything he had, he couldn’t budge me.

 I was thundering down punch after punch on his other friend who had tried to jump me. His face had split in several places and gushing blood, as all head wounds would. His eye was quickly swelling shut and his once white teeth were stained red. With every jab and right hook I landed, more of his blood painted my knuckles red. I had to give it to the man, however, he definitely had heart if he could withstand this many punches. However, with one last solid jab his eyes rolled back presenting the whites of his eyes in surrender and he fell unconscious.

The booming music had conveniently switched to a song that pumped the blood in me for the fight and I dodged the foot of the third man as it came flying straight for my temple and grabbed his ankle. His eyes widened momentarily before I twisted it quickly and tugged hard sending him falling to the ground with either a dislocated or twisted ankle to join his friend; who had passed out from lack of oxygen. The fall was hard, I could even hear the thud of his head meeting the ground over the music. People had gathered around, circling us like vultures hungry for more of a fight. They cheered and hollered, pumping their fists in the air and acting like animals. I stood up, no longer needing to keep my knee down and decided to let the last of Drunk Man’s friend conscious. Speaking of which...

I looked around wondering where the prick had gone to only to have my silent question answered as glass shattered over my head. I clenched my jaw and slowly turned around to see Drunk Man holding a broken bottle with jagged edges glinting under the coloured lights. My breathing had deepened and as I exhaled my hot breaths came out in growls. I dusted the shattered glass from my shoulders, ignoring the tiny stabs as the glass shards were ripped from my skin, and slowly prowled around Drunk Man in a circle.

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