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“A brat?” I snort-laughed “A brat, Tholass at his head, deliberately ainst the wall “Yeah? And what are you going to do about it, old man?”

Thoht you to hand out a good ass-whipping”

Hell, yes This hat I needed Killing those bikers didn’t do shit to satisfy my bloodlust

“I’m happy to let you try,” I told him as I removed my cufflinks and rolled up my sleeves

Tho his vest like this was another one of our lessons Shoulders squared with a slight hunch, fists protecting his face “Let’s see what you got Brat”

I lunged forward, sneaking a jab between his arms It landed on his nose “Too slow, old man”

The old fucker put his right fist forward and landed a body hit and a hook toold?” He flashed a confident smile that just pissed me off

“The only old rowled and landed two hammer fists to his jaw Thomas stumbled back but only a step before he recovered and caet some more”

He ducked ut and one intime

Ti around, son Colm’s voice caer and hurt and disgust rose to the surface, and I had the perfect fucking target in front of me I landed a hook to the jaw, an uppercut to his chin, and another hook to his side

Thoh to fall, just enough to letaround anymore either

“You wanna fight hter’s stance and backed ainst the wall and landed blow after blow to my face, my stomach, and side My ribs

No as I letting his fucker beat me

“No!” I pushed him into the table, and a few chairs toppled over and lifted my foot to stomp him

Thoain quickly

I was on his ass as soon as he was on his feet, three blows to the gut One to the back and two more to the ribs

“Fuck,” Tho elbow right onmy lip open

I spit the blood out, angry and sore but not ready to quit Never would I fucking quit a fight “Sucker punch”