I was slightly taller and bigger than he was, but he held his ground; he didn’t even blink at my intrusion into his space. “No, one last thing. You tell your sister that this is my fucking home and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want whenever the fuck I want to do it. And if she wants to get her big brother involved, tell her to bring it on.” I was already in a foul mood after my earlier conversation with Velvet, but this guy’s smugness tipped me over the edge. Even if I’d wanted to contain my fury, I wouldn’t have been able to. “You’re the big fuckin’ man, aren't you? Treating women like that must make you feel real fuckin’ good about yourself, motherfucker,” I growled. “You know what makes me feel good?” I continued in a menacing tone. He had the good fucking grace to register concern, but my lust for violence had been fueled, and there was no turning back now. I raised my fist and smashed it into his face, taking great joy in the blood this produced.
