We’ll see. I click off the phone and follow behind her. Taking the elevator after her, I pull up a picture of the soon-to-be-dead man. He’s so average-looking he couldn’t be more average. A person would have a hard time picking him out of a lineup.
If he touches Fiona while she gives him a piece of her mind…My fist clenches, which should hurt, but the adrenaline coursing through my own body takes care of that.
I’m about ten feet behind her when Fiona steps into Joseph Angel’s office.
The perv has the nerve to leer at her.
Hold your temper long enough for Fiona to do what she needs. Then you can smash his face.
“Are you Joseph Angel?” Fiona’s voice is surprisingly calm and steady.
A smart man would back away.
Joseph really isn’t a smart man. He walks right up to her.
She reaches up, puts her hands on his shoulders, and knees him hard enough for me to wince.
He screams like a girl at a concert.
Before he can drop to the ground, her knee comes up again.
This cry is more pathetic.
Note to self: Don’t make Fiona mad.
He drops to the ground.
“You like hurting little girls.” Her boot makes contact with his ribs. “You think you’re a powerful man because youthreaten little girls.” And it slams back again, pushing him across the carpeted floor.
Security arrives, and I step in. “Call your boss, but don’t set a foot in that room.”
They look at me and then back at her.
“Little girls weren’t put on this earth for you to hurt.”
She kicks him again, and they step back.
“We aren’t your playthings. You can’t just hurt us whenever you want.”
Oh no. Fiona isn’t seeing Angel anymore. She’s seeing the men who hurt her. Though I’m not opposed to her beating Angel up. Now isn’t the time for her to lose it.
I walk over and wrap my arms around her, holding tight for a moment.
She never startles nor cringes away. “Max, don’t get in my way. You don’t know what he did.”
I pitch my voice low enough that only she can hear. “Oh, I know. And he deserves every one of those blows and more. But now isn’t the time. And this isn’t the place. If you need it, I can make alternate arrangements.”
She takes a deep breath, leaning her body fully into mine. “Maddox can take care of him.”
“Good choice. Are you ready to leave, or do you want to kick him again?”
She laughs. “I really want to kick him again, but we can go.”
“That’s my good girl.” Slowly, I release her. Then bend over and pick Angel up by his hair. My fist connects with his ribs, and several of them make a nice cracking noise. “You’ll be seeing me again soon.”
“Max, your hand.” Fiona reaches over and takes it in both of hers.
“It’s fine.”
