Chapter 2 #2
I hit him again, this time across the jaw, patiently waiting for his brain to catch up to what’s happening.
I have lots of time, no one is waiting on me, and I fully plan to finish my cigar once I’m done here.
My body is turned slightly to watch the men at my back, and I see that they’re simply standing there gawking at us.
I don’t mind an audience as long as they don’t plan on participating.
Morgan finally lunges at me and I duck around him, kicking his ass to push him forward. His arms windmill comically as he catches his balance before turning to glare at me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he yells, whirling around to face me.
Shrugging as if I don’t understand what he means, I land several more punches along his face and chest, getting into the flow of fucking up all that smooth skin. The blood is flowing in a very pretty pattern, and is beginning to stain his crisp, white shirt.
It’s very easy to become blood drunk when your canvas is this gorgeous. It’s a shame that one of the first men I’m interested in is such an asshole.
There was another once, a male omega, that smelled like fudge. It was a decadent scent, and drew me in his direction like a moth to a flame. It’s too bad that the sound of bullets tore me away before I could find out his name.
See? I’m just not cut out for dalliances, much less a relationship.
“Move along,” Corbin drawls, stepping outside into the alley. “The man doesn’t need an audience. In case you need the reminder, speaking about things that don’t concern you while you’re out living your lives is an invitation for us to end it. Understood?”
“Aye, Corbin,” one of them murmurs. The lot of them reenter the building, and Corbin allows the door to slam shut.
“Fuck,” Morgan mutters, throwing himself at me.
My fist hits his stomach, and I notice exactly how firm it is. Pushing that thought away, I avoid his fists and grab his hair. Spitting in his face, I backhand him just to enjoy the way it sounds. Stepping back, I then yank him down as my knee flies up to meet his face.
My chest is heaving with exertion, and I take it to be a reminder to hit the gym harder. Corbin shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks closer, watching as I blow off some steam.
Whistling under his breath, he watches as the blood runs down Morgan’s face.
“Do you have any idea what you might have done to piss Cian Sullivan off?” he asks conversationally.
I’ve lost my smile by this point, but I huff out a chuckle at how nonchalant he is.
“Cian… Fuck me, Nancy,” Morgan groans.
He doesn’t bother to defend himself as I kick his feet out from under him before I stomp on his shoulder. His scream of pain is right up there with the finest orchestra music, but it’s still not enough. Using my foot to push him onto his back, I gaze down with pure evil in my hazel eyes.
“I believe you fucked her plenty,” I murmur, stomping on his stomach.
Dress shoes don’t quite have the same impact as a pair of combat boots, but I do pretty well for myself. Morgan grunts in pain as he turns to his side, coughing. There’s not a single word of denial or apology, which doesn’t look good for him.
“I do believe you have a death wish,” Corbin says, picking up a pipe that’s perfectly placed against the opposite wall. It looks like I’m not the only one who comes out here with the plan to brawl out my feelings.
Are community steel pipes a thing? I think it may need to become one.
Slipping off the brass knuckles, I drop them into my pocket so I can accept the steel pipe Corbin offers me.
“She told me…that you wouldn’t care,” Morgan wheezes. Hmmm, I still haven't heard an apology. Lifting the pipe straight up and down, I use it to stab the alpha on the ground between the legs.
“Argh! Goddamnit, man!”
“The bitch was given so much rope, she managed to hang herself with it,” I mutter.
“Is that what happened to her?” Morgan asks stupidly, his breathing ragged as he cups himself between the legs.
If he ever planned to have children, that ship has now sailed.
“No,” I grunt, swinging the pipe at his head like a golf club. The clang of the hollow pipe is extremely satisfying, and his head flies back to hit the concrete ground. That’s going to leave a lump.
“No one knows what happened to ole Nancy,” Corbin chuckles. “She’s been gone for ages. Are you looking to fuck her again?”
“Corpses don’t fuck well,” I say without thinking. My grin is real as I imagine how that would work, my thoughts quickly leaning toward the macabre.
“Fuuckkk,” Morgan yells as I beat him again with my weapon. Sometimes, raising your voice can help with the pain. I don’t think it works, but everyone seems to do it when they’re hit.
“I don’t hear anything near a response there,” Corbin shrugs at me. There’s worry in his eyes, and I shake my head to show that I’m still in control.
If the alpha dies, he dies, but I’m not planning for it to escalate into death. I would, however, like it if he relocated somewhere far away from here.
“I could kill you, or you could agree to leave Minnesota. You took a nice, long trip away for a long while, your mistake was coming back,” I muse.
The door opens to allow Hayes to join us, his nose wrinkling at the man bleeding on the ground.
“I had business in New York,” Morgan groans. “I can’t just drop everything here.”
“Your presence pisses off my friend here,” Corbin says, rocking on his feet as if this is a casual conversation.
“I think avoiding each other completely would be a favorable option. However, the next time Cian sees you, he may simply put a bullet between your eyes. Fucking someone else’s wife is bad form. ”
“Aye, I’ll be happy to simply take the initiative and help him fuck off to the afterlife now, boss,” Hayes says helpfully.
“You can’t be serious,” Morgan groans, pushing himself up with a pained sound.
Hmmm. He doesn’t have enough broken bones yet…
“Based on the way Cian is watching you, I would say we are deadly serious. We aren’t men that fuck around,” Corbin shrugs.
“Ugh. What are the terms for this madness? Avoidance in a city this size is ridiculous,” Morgan complains.
“Avoid all businesses run by Corbin and his people,” I order. “If you see me on the street, turn and go in the opposite direction.”
“This is going to affect my business,” Morgan growls, despite the pain that he’s in.
“I don’t think that he’s processing how close he is to being a smear on the concrete,” Hayes says, frowning. “Did you hit him hard enough?”
“It’s possible I didn’t,” I murmur, playing dumb as I offer the pipe to him.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks, boss,” Hayes says, stalking forward.
Corbin helpfully grabs Morgan’s arms and pulls them so he’s flat on the concrete.
Hayes is wearing boots with steel toes, and he happily steps up on Morgan’s body.
Pretending he’s lighter than he is, he jumps up and down on the man, causing Morgan to puke a stream of liquor up into the air as he screams.
His groin, stomach, chest, none of it exempt from the constant barrage of Hayes’ jumping. Morgan is his own personal trampoline now. Beating the shit out of him was fun for me, but for Hayes? He’s made it into an artform.
Hopping to the ground, he surveys the mess he’s reduced the alpha into that’s currently on our shit list. I’m guessing Morgan has several broken bones. Ribs are a bitch to heal. I should know.
Pulling out his dick, Hayes gazes down in disgust at Morgan as he proceeds to piss all over him, making sure to get some in his mouth. Corbin’s shiny shoes hold Morgan down as he stands on his hands, though Hayes is polite enough to keep any of his stream from spraying on him.
“Let this serve as a reminder of what happens when you decide not to heed the very generous advice Corbin and my boss just gave you,” Hayes says, shaking off his cock before he puts it back into his pants.
The zipper seems extra loud in the hush of the alley, and I can’t stop smiling. Tonight is turning out to be a fantastic night.
“You’re a mess,” Corbin grunts, moving off Morgan’s squashed fingers. “Best get home to clean up.”
The three of us head back inside, not at all worried about getting shot. If he’d planned on using the gun I felt several times while I punched him, he would have.
“Can you get Caelin to look into him?” I ask, taking my time walking back onto the main area.
“Yep,” Hayes murmurs. “I’m going to wash my hands. Give me a second.”
Corbin pushes open his office door for me to wait and I follow him inside. Pushing it closed, he purses his lips at me.
“Feel better?” he asks.
“I kind of do,” I grin.
“Good,” he sighs. “I think on some level, he knew he deserved that ass kicking.”
I hope it follows Morgan around like a bad smell. I don’t want to lay eyes on him again. At least, that’s what I tell myself.