Marcus’ POV
‘A puck bunny?’ the derisive tone of the douche in front of me echoes in my head as a red mist descends over my eyes.
He called my woman, my f.ucking princess . . a f.ucking puck bunny? The hell he did!
I feel my fist hit bone with the satisfying crunch that I know so well. I don’t even remember raising my fist, but I sure as f***k will never forget the girly scream that falls from this asshole’s mouth as he grabs at his face.
I go to take a step forward, wanting more of the d.ick who tried to disrespect my girl, but strong hands wrap around my arms holding me back.
‘What the f***k man? What the hell happened?’ Kane demands beside me, and I vaguely realise that he’s one of the people holding me.
‘He called Rory a puck bunny’ I growl furiously, ‘he called her low rent . .
