CHAPTER 33
In a flash, Sara Beth twisted to the side, lifted her right foot, and caught Earl directly behind his knee.
The man went down with a thud, followed by a loud curse and a grunt.
That opportunity was exactly what Layken needed. His fist connected with Earl’s jaw, and the satisfying c***k only fueled his anger. In less than two seconds, he was on top of Earl, pummeling his face with unleashed fury.
He glimpsed Sara Beth’s dainty foot kicking Earl’s g*n out into the street, and pride spread across his chest. His girl was a fighter.
“Get off me.” Earl struggled beneath Layken’s weight.
“You’re a sorry piece of s**t. And you slapped my wife. So why should I get off?” Layken growled between clenched teeth as he let his fists fly again, this time landing directly on Earl’s ribcage
