***RICHARD POV***
Holy f**k, I was going to enjoy this.
I had absolutely no intentions of killing Bartholomew. I just wanted to kick his ass, and I didn't want his jackass buddy to cover for him. This was going to be my playtime to impress my mate, and nothing else.
I led the poser over to the sparring circle with his bodyguard and his jackass buddy following behind. My mate looked like she had just swallowed a lemon sour candy whole, so Kristy took her away to do female s**t I couldn't be bothered to care about.
"Alpha, do you have any fighting experience?" I asked.
"None since high school since I was in Tae Kwon Doe," he replied.
So he's a wannabe f*****g ninja as well, I thought to myself. Fascinating...not. I doubt he remembers how to f*****g use it.
