*Wicky*
A growl echoes around me. I barely register the sight of Billy charging before he knocks Riverdale aside. Both men tumble to the floor. Still bound, Billy struggles to stand. Riverdale has nothing to hamper his progress. Jumping to his feet, he grabs Billy by the shirt front, lifts him slightly, and pounds his fist into his face.
I hear the c***k of bone shattering, a sound that has once echoed between my ears as my own bones took the weight of his fists. Jumping from the chair, I grab the fireplace poker and smash it across his back. He spins around. I put all my strength, my weight, my need to stop him into the next swing, catching him across the head, sending him off balance. He lands on his back at the stone edge of the fireplace, his head at an awkward angle, leaning agains
