Then my fists are flying with a different sort of vengeance.
Two of the girls wrestle me off of the bloody pulp now lying on the floor and I am met with two other dickheads.
‘What the fuck is going on?’ I demand.
‘Well, you’ve got anger issues.’ The younger of the two snarks and Liz returns his jab with an arrow to his knee.
He roars in pain and it only pisses me off. ‘I asked you a question.’
He spits at my slippers.
I nod to Liz to end him.
The man next to him flinches as an arrow shoots straight through the other guy's eye socket.
‘Well?’ I cross my arms, waiting for his explanation.
He doesn’t give one. Ignoring me, his eyes shamelessly rake over my bump.
‘Are these the whores you get to fuck?’ He asks, looking over at Liam.
I scowl but Liam isn’t looking at me. No, his expression is entirely fixed on this asshole.
‘I gotta get me some of this. Never fucked a preg—’
Liam strikes, his body a blur of motion as two large hands snake around the assholes mouth, catching it open as his words are cut off mid-sentence. Liam stands looming behind him, biceps bulging as he brings them up and out.
‘Holy shit, is he…’
‘Fuckk.’
We all stand still, watching as Liam, my monster. My man, rips this assholes jaw open with his bare hands.
The guys' screams echo down the tunnel and it wouldn’t surprise me if they reach those back at the stadium, they are that harrowing.
‘That’s fucked up.’ Luna says, taking in the gory scene.
‘Don’t youeverspeak about my queen.’ I almost don’t recognise his voice, the fury overtaking his usual softness.
Liam’s arms shake as he puts one last bout of effort into pulling. It pays off and the bottom of the guys jaw completely tears off. Liam drops his traumatised body to the floor and stands there panting, covered in blood and holding a severed jaw in his hand.
Fuck that’s hot.
I’m definitely a psychopath because this should not be doing it for me right now but I mean who wouldn’t be dropping their panties for a guy that stands up for his girl likethat?
‘And I get called a psycho for pulling one little knife.’
I chuckle at Luna’s grumbling.
My man is definitely a psycho. No questions about that one but fuck do I love it when he acts like one.
Liam slips his mask back off his head and I take in his sweaty features. A bruise is blooming on his cheek and his eyebrow is cut, a small trail of blood streaming down from it.
‘Hey baby,’ he smiles with blood-coated teeth.
Holy shit, talk about sexy.
I’m about to respond, mesmerised by his hotness but I shake out of it.
