And before my mind processes anything but the pain I'm in he has his foot on my windpipe and he is standing right on top of me.
He spits blood, it lands right next to my face on the floor as his eyes that have seen more death in his seven years in the special ops team than I have my whole life look deep in me. And I could say they have emotion, just one -disgust.
"As I f*****g said you not worth it, you don't DESERVE her." He gives me one last kick in my sack and he's gone.
It could be ten minutes or more when I get up. I knew the fucker was going to win, he has an extensive background of mix martial arts and Jujitsu.
I see River sitting on his chair watching me. The man has eyes that can tell you stories, the ones you never forget.
I forgot he was even here.
He gets up as I look at
