“It’s a matching set. Guess where the other one is, Laddie. Think hard. Where would I put a second ring if I were to marry him?” he asked.
Riley pulled on his hair and screamed in rage.
Only, Graham wasn’t fazed.
“Now, Laddie, it’s best you head out. I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, but it’s best you back away from me, and put that pig sticker away. I’ll break your arms and bury it in your liver before you even see me move,” he said, the Scottish accent coming out thicker.
Oh, and Riley was furious.
Instead of listening, Riley did something stupid. He moved at Graham and swung at him.
What happened next was shock and awe for Riley Cunningham.
With one move, Graham knocked the knife out of his hand, and put him into the wall so fast it stole Riley’s breath. Then, he did what he promised.
He easily broke his arm.
Well, his wrist.
The sickening snap told the tale, and the whimper of Riley before hitting the ground beside the dumpster only added to the alleyway ambiance.
Only, he knew he wasn’t alone.
The hair on the back of his neck stood, and he knew this arsehole brought friends.
And he’d venture a guess he knew who.
Two shadows came around the corner, likely exiting from the bar.
Now, that was two men that Graham had fucked. It explained how the cuck on the ground got his cell number when Michael scraped it off of the wall.
Graham turned so they couldn’t come at his back.
“Oh, look, Lad, he’s back for more. I guess it’s our lucky night. Time to have some fun with his ass like last time.”
Graham warned them again.
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you, Lads. Last time, I wanted to die. This time, I want to live. There’s no creature more dangerous than one with something to lose.”
They both laughed.
Meanwhile, Riley was back on his feet, cradling his arm.
“I’ll give whoever cuts him open five hundred dollars,” he offered. “Just make him bleed for stealing what’s mine,” he stated.
The two thugs would take the money, and the man’s ass. They’d been promised a good fuck, and they were going to get it.
One way or another.
When one of the men threw a knife at Graham, he effortlessly snagged it out of the air.
“Now, you’ve tried to kill me. Let the games begin. You’re not leaving alive.”
As one of the men rushed him, he took him down, easily, punching out his teeth, and then booting him brutally in the balls.
The man dropped to his knees, his toothless mouth moving like a fish out of water.
His soundless scream didn’t alert anyone.
