Ryder
I think I'm having too much fun. The thought penetrates my mind as the swing of my metal bats recoils with the man's kneecap.
“I'm sorry what was that?” I cup my ear as if straining it to hear his grunts of pain. “You were going to do what to my mother?”
This fucker has no idea. No clue. I was going to just let him walk away with some bruises and a dead ego, but then he had to go and act like some macho asshole. Don't act like a macho asshole when you can't back it up.
It's beyond ridiculous, and clearly lacking maturity on my part, but when someone brings my mother into s**t, well, all I see is a white fury. It's blinding and all consuming, until I'm tearing away at flesh, seeing blood run, hearing bones break.
The man gurgles a groan as I lean down to hear him better. “What
