...AUSTIN POV...
I have just punched a man, not just anyone; it is Raymond Young. I have wanting to put a hand full of knuckles in his face for quite some time now. The man is nothing better than a foul mouth pig, mostly towards women. The second I heard him say that he is going to ride Summer like a pony, something just snapped inside of me. I did not even hesitate to connect my fist to his face. Now to say that the punch did not hurt like a bitch would be a lie, for I gave it all I had.
And it is with satisfaction on my face that I watch him stumble and fall against the wall. It takes all off me not to punch the asshole again. So I just leave him with a friendly warning.
"Next time, I break your jaw."
Before he can say another word, I disappear inside the shop to fetch my things. In little less than a minute, I find myself sitting in my truck, trying to calm my racing heart down.
