Cousins In Love: An Alpha Bad Boy Romance (Book 3) Read Online Free Page A

holding back because they're in public, because she's frightened but not surprised.
    They both noticed me as I silently began to walk over towards them. The girl diverted her eyes quickly away as if she was embarrassed that I'd noticed the scene that he's making. The asshole tried to hide the fact that he's cracking the knuckles of his right fist behind his thigh. He knows everyone is watching, and he knows he's being out of line; so I guess he calls himself getting ready for a confrontation with me, but I'm ten steps ahead of his ignorant ass.
    "What the hell do you–"
    Before he can finish biting my head off, I make sure that my fist connects with the bottom of his chin with one quick but powerful upper cut, ensuring that he will bite down completely through his tongue when his jaw snaps shut. I hope the embarrassment and more importantly the pain will help him remember this day for a long ass time, because it hurts like a motherfucker.
    I used to pull this move all the time when I played touch football as a kid with some of the older guys in the old neighborhood. It was a survival technique back then. Those assholes didn't care if I was younger or smaller. If you had the balls to play with them, then you had better had the balls to take body shots, elbows to your head, and a fist to your mouth. They didn't care.
    My signature upper cut move got me respect back then. I took several of them out of a game with it, but today I'm simply doing it for shits and giggles. Well that and the fact that I want to take this bully down a peg or two. I despise guys that beat up on women physically or verbally. It's one of the telltale signs of a weak man, and I don't have patience for pussies.
    "Wha da fluck did ya do that for asthole?!" he protests unintelligibly as blood oozes from his tongue.
    Huh.
    I crack my neck once to the side, because I'm thinking I'm losing my touch. He shouldn't have been able to say anything after that hit. I'm glad Cam and Cutter aren't here to see this shit. First my run, and now this. They'd be laughing their asses off.  
    As I step closer to jab him a second time, he throws his hand up in defense. "Wathe! Dunna hit me again."
    "I thought you called me an asshole just now?"
    "No, sssir." He shakes his head and a little more blood oozes from his mouth.
    Okay, so I'm feeling a little better now. Especially because his girl hasn't screamed out of concern or kneeled down to tend to the jerk like I thought she might. She just silently watches him, then looks at me, and I swear I see a flicker of gratitude pass through her soft, quiet eyes.
    "You're lucky," I say to the kid. "I have a lot on my mind today."  
    Which was why I was out for a run.  
    To quiet my head.  
    To figure out my fucking life.
    "But then you disturbed it with all of your bullshit. I really wanted to put you in the emergency room. That's how much you irritated the fuck out of me, and everyone else in this park. So here's my gift to you, asshole.  
    "I'm not going put you in the hospital today for ruining my run. I'm just going to give you a piece of advice that I suggest you take. Next time you think about talking to her like a piece of shit, remember this day. Remember the hole in your tongue. Remember the coppery taste of the blood rolling down your throat. Remember exactly how I knocked your ass down, and how you begged me not to do it again like the pussy you are. And I want you to definitely remember that your girl saw it, and she'll sure as hell remember it too. She'll always know from this moment on that you're a total front. A fraud. A worthless piece of shit."
    "And you–" I turn my attention to the young girl, who's still looking a bit shell shocked from what I've just done and said to her boyfriend. "Maybe you don't have a mom or any big sisters to tell you any better, so I will. You're better than this. Next time this guy calls, don't answer. Next time he comes by, tell your parents or whoever you live with to call the cops.