Chapter 92

“You think a couple of faggots are going to keep you away from me, you bitch?” he spat at Hype, and then he staggered directly toward Jake. “Hey, asshole, I owe you one!” He lifted his thick arms with his sausage fingers curled into fists and swung at Jake’s face.

He telegraphed the move so much that Gabe was sure Jake would’ve just dodged completely out of the way, but instead Jake turned to the side so Biker barely missed and then drove his fist into Biker’s stomach. Then, when Biker grunted and bent over from the pain, Jake followed the first hit with a vicious punch to Biker’s already bruised cheek.

Hype made a noise that fell somewhere between a gasp and a shriek, and Biker grunted again and stumbled backwards. Jake went after him like a stalking animal.