Floyd's resolve to remain detached hardened until John spewed his venom once more. "The next time I hear you open your mouth about her, I'll force you to marry her and then I'll see if she's willing to sleep with Sean on your wedding night instead of you."
Floyd's vision clouded with rage, a roar escaping his lips as his fist sank into John's gut. He didn't give John time to recover as he swept his feet out from under him, kicking John in the gut with his polished dress shoes as his friend hit the ground.
John popped up a second later and they had a proper brawl in the warehouse, fists flying, blood splattering the ground. Floyd managed to get the upper hand on John several times, but John was a formidable fighter, landing more hits than Floyd would have liked.
Floyd wasn't satisfied as
