After 2

Chapter 191.

Hardin's POV.

"You broke my fucking nose!" He shouts and lifts his head up, struggling to get out of my grip.

I heard the crisp snap so I already knew the shit was broken anyway but the amount of blood pouring from it when he finally lifts his head is a little alarming.

"I already warned you over and over for fucking months now to stay away from Tessa but then what do you do? You fucking kiss her, have her sleep in your god damn bed?" I stride down the aisle to get to him again.

His hand is covering his broken nose as his red blood pours down his face.

"And I already fucking told you that I don't give a fuck what you have to say." He snarls, taking a step toward me.

"You just broke my fucking nose!" He yells again.

Tessa is going to fucking kill me.

I should just leave now. He deserves to get his ass beat, again, but she's going to be furious.

"You have done worse shit to me, you keep messing with my girlfriend!" I shout back.

"She isn't your girlfriend and I haven't even began to mess with her yet."

"Are you actually fucking threatening me right now?"

"I don't know, am I?"

I take another step toward him and he surprises me by swinging on me. His fist connects with my jaw and I stagger backward, knocking into the wooden box of plants. They crash to the ground in a fury and he swings again, this time I'm able to block him.

"You thought I was just a bitch didn't you?" He grins a deranged and bloody grin.

"What the fuck?"

He continues to walk toward me.

"You really thought you were a badass didn't you?" He laughs, pausing to spit blood onto the white tile floor.

My fingers wrap around the material of his lab coat and I push him into another row of plants, the plants and our bodies hit the ground. I climb on top of him, sure not to let him be in control. Out of the corner of my eye I see him raise his arm but by the time I realize what is happening, he slams one of the small pots against the side of my head. My head dips down, nearly

It shatters and I blink rapidly to restore my vision. I'm stronger than him, he's a better fighter than he had led me to believe but there's no way in hell I'm letting him get the best of me.

"I already fucked her anyway." He chokes as I grab ahold of his hair and slam his head into the floor.

At this point I don't give a fuck if I kill him or not.

"No you didn't!" I scream.

"Yes I did, she was nice and tight too." His voice is strangled and choppy, due to the fact that I haven't let up on him.

The impact of my fist slamming into his cheek causes his head to turn to the side, he half screams from the pain and for a brief moment I think about gripping his broken nose between my fingers. His feet kick frantically under me to try to lift my body from his. Images of Zed touching Tessa are fueling me, pushing me further than I've ever been before. I will kill him and I don't give a fuck.

"What the hell is going on in here?" A male voice shouts behind me.

When I turn my head around to see who the voice belongs to Zed attempts to wrap his hands around my neck. Not fucking happening. Another punch to his cheek is all it takes for his hands to drop to the floor next to his sides.