However, by the time my eyes landed on her, she was almost to me, and then... at the sight of those fucking tears on her cheeks... I saw red.
I didn’t hesitate to storm over to him, grab him by his throat and haul his body up, and then I slammed my fist in the side of his face.
“You’ve got some motherfucking balls, Garret. I’ll give you that,” I snarled.
He tried to shove me off him, but I stood firm.
“All you had to do was ask her!” I roared.
Not giving a single fuck.
“Ask her? Fucking ask her what? Ask her why she was dressed up like her whore of a mother?” Garret growled and tried to shove me off him again, but he failed.
Hands landed on me, trying to pull me off Garret, but I didn’t budge a single fucking inch.
“Fucking hell,” Clip growled.
Tank scoffed, “He was holding back when we fought in the cage last year.”
“Alexander?” I heard that soft voice and pulled back from Garret.
Looking in the direction of Creedence, seeing the tears in her eyes, I shoved off Garret in disgust, and then I turned and headed to her.
At my back, I heard Storm say, “Fuck me. Next time we need to calm him down, just have her call his name.”
He was too right.
When I got to her, I smiled down at her, “You okay?”
That was when she showed me her left hand, “I think I broke something when I punched the guy. Think you can take me to the hospital?”
I nodded, “Yeah.” Then I growled, “What guy?”
She pointed at him, “He grabbed me when I stepped off the stage when I heard what Dad was saying.”
I looked at Clip, “Eyes on her.”
He lifted his chin, then moved to stand at her side and crossed his arms over his chest.
Then I prowled to the fucker who dared put his hands on my woman.
His eyes widened when he saw me stalking toward him.
Five foot ten. One hundred and eighty-two pounds. Blonde hair. Blue eyes.
That was all I took in before I slammed my fist in his face so hard his head snapped to the side, then his eyes rolled back as he dropped like a stone to the floor.
I grabbed a bottle of beer from the nearest table and poured it on his face. He sputtered as he came to.
I bent and got in his face, “You're lucky as fuck right now. ‘Cause if this wasn’t for a good event, you’d have a bullet in your brain right. And if my woman hadn’t hurt her hand when she punched you, needing to get it checked out, I’d rip your fucking throat out.”
His face paled, then he started to say something, but I said, “License. Now.”
He shook as he reached into his pocket and handed me his wallet.
I flipped it open and scanned it.
Then I tossed it on his body. I smirked, “See you real fucking soon.”
