ERIC'S POV
"Her mom did it, not Katie. Now are we fighting or you want to be a weakling and prey on someone so little?
"Before I can say anything, he gives me an upper kick, I stagger back, wiping my lips. There's blood dripping already.
"I've been wanting to do this for the past week." I'm raising my head and he's punching me in the face.
"Come on, Eric. Can't direct the anger at me? Or you only know how to prey on the weak? Each word is accompanied by a punch.
"My turn." I smile, displaying my bloody teeth.
I'm punching him and he keeps dodging everything.
"I've always told you, you're weak." He says, kicking me on the chest and I'm flying to the other corner of my office.
I land on some glass, and they all make a room in my back.
"The next time you lay your hands on my mate
