~ CONNOR's POV ~
“You f*****g piece of s**t!” I roared.
My fist connected with Derek’s stupid face again and I heard a c***k before blood splattered out of his nose.
“I’m sorry, Connor, I’m sorry!” he half yelled half cried. “I didn’t know she was your girl!”
“Shut the fúck up!” I shouted and my fist connected with his face again.
God, even the sound of his voice annoyed the fúck out of me. The moment I saw him talking to her at the bar, I knew this was gonna be a bad night. Sure enough, the motherfucker couldn’t keep his hands to himself. If I hadn’t stepped in when I did, who knows what might happen to her? In a place like that, no one would even hear her scream.
“Piece. Of. s**t. Mother. Fucker!” I lost count of how many times I hit him. I was seeing red. I only
