“Aye, Corbin,” one of them murmurs. The lot of them reenter the building, and Corbin allows the door to slam shut.
“Fuck,” Morgan mutters, throwing himself at me.
My fist hits his stomach, and I notice exactly how firm it is. Pushing that thought away, I avoid his fists and grab his hair. Spitting in his face, I backhand him just to enjoy the way itsounds. Stepping back, I then yank him down as my knee flies up to meet his face.
My chest is heaving with exertion, and I take it to be a reminder to hit the gym harder. Corbin shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks closer, watching as I blow off some steam.
Whistling under his breath, he watches as the blood runs down Morgan’s face.
“Do you have any idea what you might have done to piss Cian Sullivan off?” he asks conversationally.
I’ve lost my smile by this point, but I huff out a chuckle at how nonchalant he is.
“Cian… Fuck me, Nancy,” Morgan groans.
He doesn’t bother to defend himself as I kick his feet out from under him before I stomp on his shoulder. His scream of pain is right up there with the finest orchestra music, but it’s still not enough. Using my foot to push him onto his back, I gaze down with pure evil in my hazel eyes.
“I believe you fucked her plenty,” I murmur, stomping on his stomach.
Dress shoes don’t quite have the same impact as a pair of combat boots, but I do pretty well for myself. Morgan grunts in pain as he turns to his side, coughing. There’s not a single word of denial or apology, which doesn’t look good for him.
“I do believe you have a death wish,” Corbin says, picking up a pipe that’s perfectly placed against the opposite wall. It looks like I’m not the only one who comes out here with the plan to brawl out my feelings.
Are community steel pipes a thing? I think it may need to become one.
Slipping off the brass knuckles, I drop them into my pocket so I can accept the steel pipe Corbin offers me.
“She told me…that you wouldn’t care,” Morgan wheezes. Hmmm, I still haven't heard an apology. Lifting the pipe straightup and down, I use it to stab the alpha on the ground between the legs.
“Argh! Goddamnit, man!”
“The bitch was given so much rope, she managed to hang herself with it,” I mutter.
“Is that what happened to her?” Morgan asks stupidly, his breathing ragged as he cups himself between the legs.
If he ever planned to have children, that ship has now sailed.
“No,” I grunt, swinging the pipe at his head like a golf club. The clang of the hollow pipe is extremely satisfying, and his head flies back to hit the concrete ground. That’s going to leave a lump.
“No one knows what happened to ole Nancy,” Corbin chuckles. “She’s been gone for ages. Are you looking to fuck her again?”
“Corpses don’t fuck well,” I say without thinking. My grin is real as I imagine how that would work, my thoughts quickly leaning toward the macabre.
“Fuuckkk,” Morgan yells as I beat him again with my weapon. Sometimes, raising your voice can help with the pain. I don’t think it works, but everyone seems to do it when they’re hit.
“I don’t hear anything near a response there,” Corbin shrugs at me. There’s worry in his eyes, and I shake my head to show that I’m still in control.
If the alpha dies, he dies, but I’m not planning for it to escalate into death. I would, however, like it if he relocated somewhere far away from here.
“I could kill you, or you could agree to leave Minnesota. You took a nice, long trip away for a long while, your mistake was coming back,” I muse.
The door opens to allow Hayes to join us, his nose wrinkling at the man bleeding on the ground.
“I had business in New York,” Morgan groans. “I can’t just drop everything here.”
“Your presence pisses off my friend here,” Corbin says, rocking on his feet as if this is a casual conversation. “I think avoiding each other completely would be a favorable option. However, the next time Cian sees you, he may simply put a bullet between your eyes. Fucking someone else’s wife is bad form.”
“Aye, I’ll be happy to simply take the initiative and help him fuck off to the afterlife now, boss,” Hayes says helpfully.
