Chapter Two: Bar Brawler

When his fist connected with the side of my face, I saw nothing but stars. I shook my head and looked up at him, seeing the crazy gleam in his eyes, slowly raising my hands as I got into my stance.

I watched as he came at me again, but it was almost as if the world began to slow down, and my body reacted upon its own free will. With one strike to his throat, I watched as he choked on air, stumbling back from me. I advanced swiftly and struck him twice more, in the mouth and the nose again. I kicked my leg outward, catching my foot behind his knee, tripping him to fall onto his back.

"Oh no, yer comin' down with me, aye?" He laughed as he reached out to try and grab my ankle. "Not a chance, you buzzard." I didn't hesitate to step down onto his finger hearing him scream in pain.

"That's my bloody fuckin' finger!" His back arched up from the floor as I pressed the heel of my boot down on his finger again. "FUCK YOUR FINGERS!" my voice rose in an enraged roar while staring down at his bloodied face. "You didn't care about your fingers when you had a handful of my ass in your hand, did you?" I snarled, pressing down on his fingers again, smiling sadistically as he screamed again.

"Anunde, calm down!" It was jack who called out to me as she tried pulling me away from the man I was bashing. "No....mother, I will not." Glancing up at her, staring into her eyes, I hesitated for a moment. Looking down in the bloodied face of this handsome man, I reared my hand back and snapped it forward, uppercutting him in the jaw.

He went still for a moment, blinking slowly as he tried to clear his head before falling unconscious on the bar floor.

I stared down at his unconscious face, reaching up and grabbing someone's drink, dumping it on him. "Anunde, enough." Jack hissed at me, successfully pulling me away this time.....

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I got here around nine it was, and it was now eleven forty-five on the clock. Jack had me sorting out for the great of the night because she was afraid I would murder someone.

Keeping a watchful eye, though, I ate my food and drank in silence, all the while my eyes flickered around; it was when I found him staring at me.

He cleaned up a bit, but he still had cuts and bruises on his face; it made me chuckle a bit. Knowing that I had to put him in his place was refreshing. He was staring me down, drinking his mix of southern comfort and coke, his eyes wandering straight to my ass before moving up my body and hovering over my breast.

He looked up into my face and scoffed, smirking.

"Yet strong for a lassie..." He made his way over to me, slowly walking in my direction with his drink in hand. I clutched onto the plastic fork in my hand and turned on my barstool to face him in silence, and my lips turned down into a frown.

"The only reason why you would be over here is to apologize for putting your hands where they don't belong." I took a sip of my Gin, watching him lazily lean on the bar counter next to me. He was a little too close for comfort, and I gave him a firm punch to the chest so that he'd realize it.

"Oh lassie, ya say they don't belong, but I want nothin' more than to let them roam yer body. Ya got fire; yer strong-willed." He paused for a moment, daring to lean closer, his face an inch away from mine. I stared into his eyes, my lip lifting slightly over my teeth, the grip on my plastic fork tightening.

*he's got balls... Or he's fucking insane... I'm thinking both...*

" seein' ya fight, even if t'was against me, riled me up." His eyes flickered down my body again before resting on my face, grinning that same signature grin that made his eyes glow a bit.

I ignored the fact that he was feeling on my ass and just stared at him, my eyelids drooping. There was something about him that reminded me of the man that confronted me earlier tonight. He radiated with power just like he did.

Letting my eyes wander, I found myself leaning closer, watching his shit-eating grin morph into a knowing smirk.

*fucking horndog*

"Ya like somethin' ya seem, Aye?" He blew a kiss at me, taking another swig of his drink. My eyes darted to his lips and down to his exposed throat, watching his Adam's apple bob up and down from the swallow.

I hadn't realized that I did it, but I found that my fingers started playing with his facial hair, and with a meaningful tug, I watched as he winced in pain. " Ya can pull on somethin' else if ya like?" He grabbed my wrist as we had our stare down.

"Enough with the fuckery. What do you want?" I hissed suddenly, tightening my grip.

He managed to untangle my fingers from his facial hair, grabbing my chin. " You lassie, and I'm not the only one who does." He looked over my shoulder and started at the table that had been watching me the entire night, and silver tongue was watching adamantly.

I could see that he may not have been the one to grab me tonight, but I could tell he wanted to do more than that, and he wasn't the only one.

"Yer has no idea how alluring ya are, do ya?" He asked suddenly, drawing my attention back to him, putting a cigarette between his lips and letting it dangle loosely.

I grunted, looking away. " I do know, I've had it shitty because of it. Men don't know how to accept no." I glanced back up at him and froze, noticing the rage in his eyes and how hard his face twisted up.

"Did they rape ya?" The glass in his hand shook, his eyes glaring into mine. I was silent for a moment before sighing. "What's done is done. They aren't alive to tell the story." I grinned hugely, watching shock change his features.

He snorted, smirking again before stepping away from the counter. "My kind of women...yer balls are almost as big as mine."

I rolled my eyes, facing the food that went cold. "You're a coward; I can smell it on you," I said suddenly, feeling the tension in the air again.

" I may be..." He stepped behind me and pressed his lips to my ear, causing me to shudder. "But yer worth protecting, Lass. You have no idea what ya capable, and they'll kill to have it." With that, he walked away and out the door, leaving me to sit at the bar alone.