A steady throbbing formed in Theo’s hand, but he ignored it. He waited for Mike to get to his feet and charge him with fist bared and ready. Stupid son-of a b***h was lucky he’d stopped at one punch. The instant he heard Cassie pleading with him to let her go, nothing but red filled his vision.
Mike was finally on his feet. He wiped the blood from his lower lip and looked at it before looking at Theo. “f*****g prick. You want a piece of me?”
“Bring it, motherfucker. I swear to god, if you get in my face, I’m going to break yours. This is not the night to f**k with me.”
In a split second, Mike’s attitude appeared to change. He raised his hands defensively then retreated a couple of feet from Theo. “I’ve already lost enough because of you. I’m not losing anything else.” He scoffed at Cass
