moment she realized it was Stewart.
He grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her closer to him. “I thought you would be a little longer or I would have been here to walk you home.”
There was a groan from behind her. Stewart looked over her shoulder and she watched as pleasure spread over his features.
“ You beat the shit out of him.”
She laughed, but she knew it didn’t sound right. It sounded…off.
He sighed, kissing her temple, and walked her to her apartment stairs. It was as if she was in a daze.
He walked her up the steps, and unlocked the door for her. She realized he had picked up her purse at some point.
“ You sit here,” he said, leading her over to the kitchen table. “I’ll be right back.”
“ Stewart,” she said as he turned to leave. “Don’t kill him.”
He looked disappointed.
“ Okay.”
“ I kind of like you. I want to make sure you don’t go to jail.”
At that, he gave her one of those smiles that usually melted every worry. For some reason, it didn’t this time. “Be right back.”
By the time Papa made it back to the sight of the altercation, college boy was still there. What a dumbass.
He was up on his knees, so Stewart squatted to look the bastard in the eye. Blood was smeared over his face; his nose was definitely going to be crooked. Damn, he loved that woman.
“ Shit, son, she really clocked you good.”
“ I’m going to sue that bitch.”
Stewart leaned closer so their faces were only a few inches apart. “First, you’re not going to admit to anyone that a girl beat you up.”
“ She didn’t.”
Papa shook his head.
“ Yeah, she did, or you don’t have a case. Of course, if you do sue her or bother her in any way, you might want to run.”
“ What the fuck does that mean?”
Papa grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head up so that frat boy could see that he meant business.
“ See, while you’ve been safe and cozy here in North Carolina, I’ve been trained by the United States Marine Corps. Know what I do, dipshit? I’m Special Forces. Know what that means?”
The idiot shook his head.
“ That means your parents’ tax dollars have paid to teach me how to hunt other men. Hell, I spent six months in a foreign country doing just that. I’m in a unit that specializes in recon. There are other Marines who are afraid of my unit. And you know if the bravest men in the good old U S of A are afraid of us, you should be scared shitless.”
He leaned closer so that he was only inches away from the bastard. “There will be no rock big enough to hide your cowardly ass, college boy. And when I find you…well, let’s just say dental records are going to be needed to identify your body and your poor mama is going to have to have a closed casket funeral. Understand?”
“ Y-yes.”
“ You get yourself home and hope I don’t change my mind and come find you later.”
Then, even knowing it was stupid, he pulled back and slammed his fist into the bastard’s face. The coward went down, completely passing out from the last hit.
Papa stood up, drew in a deep breath and headed back to Joey’s apartment. He wanted to kick his own ass for not getting back to the bar in time. He’d gone out, irritated that she was putting up roadblocks when he was sure he’d made some headway with her the night before. He had planned on being back to walk her to her apartment, but he’d gotten held up by an accident on the road.
Rage still poured through him. He knew he didn’t have to hit the bastard at the end. Joey had taken care of herself pretty well, thankfully. He still wanted to hurt something…mainly someone. He’d gotten his punch in though. Now, he had to calm himself before he made it to the top of the stairs that lead to Joey’s apartment. He gulped in a few breaths of cold air, then opened the door.
Joey tried to keep herself busy until Stewart made it back. She was filling up the teapot when the door opened slowly. Just like earlier
He grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her closer to him. “I thought you would be a little longer or I would have been here to walk you home.”
There was a groan from behind her. Stewart looked over her shoulder and she watched as pleasure spread over his features.
“ You beat the shit out of him.”
She laughed, but she knew it didn’t sound right. It sounded…off.
He sighed, kissing her temple, and walked her to her apartment stairs. It was as if she was in a daze.
He walked her up the steps, and unlocked the door for her. She realized he had picked up her purse at some point.
“ You sit here,” he said, leading her over to the kitchen table. “I’ll be right back.”
“ Stewart,” she said as he turned to leave. “Don’t kill him.”
He looked disappointed.
“ Okay.”
“ I kind of like you. I want to make sure you don’t go to jail.”
At that, he gave her one of those smiles that usually melted every worry. For some reason, it didn’t this time. “Be right back.”
By the time Papa made it back to the sight of the altercation, college boy was still there. What a dumbass.
He was up on his knees, so Stewart squatted to look the bastard in the eye. Blood was smeared over his face; his nose was definitely going to be crooked. Damn, he loved that woman.
“ Shit, son, she really clocked you good.”
“ I’m going to sue that bitch.”
Stewart leaned closer so their faces were only a few inches apart. “First, you’re not going to admit to anyone that a girl beat you up.”
“ She didn’t.”
Papa shook his head.
“ Yeah, she did, or you don’t have a case. Of course, if you do sue her or bother her in any way, you might want to run.”
“ What the fuck does that mean?”
Papa grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head up so that frat boy could see that he meant business.
“ See, while you’ve been safe and cozy here in North Carolina, I’ve been trained by the United States Marine Corps. Know what I do, dipshit? I’m Special Forces. Know what that means?”
The idiot shook his head.
“ That means your parents’ tax dollars have paid to teach me how to hunt other men. Hell, I spent six months in a foreign country doing just that. I’m in a unit that specializes in recon. There are other Marines who are afraid of my unit. And you know if the bravest men in the good old U S of A are afraid of us, you should be scared shitless.”
He leaned closer so that he was only inches away from the bastard. “There will be no rock big enough to hide your cowardly ass, college boy. And when I find you…well, let’s just say dental records are going to be needed to identify your body and your poor mama is going to have to have a closed casket funeral. Understand?”
“ Y-yes.”
“ You get yourself home and hope I don’t change my mind and come find you later.”
Then, even knowing it was stupid, he pulled back and slammed his fist into the bastard’s face. The coward went down, completely passing out from the last hit.
Papa stood up, drew in a deep breath and headed back to Joey’s apartment. He wanted to kick his own ass for not getting back to the bar in time. He’d gone out, irritated that she was putting up roadblocks when he was sure he’d made some headway with her the night before. He had planned on being back to walk her to her apartment, but he’d gotten held up by an accident on the road.
Rage still poured through him. He knew he didn’t have to hit the bastard at the end. Joey had taken care of herself pretty well, thankfully. He still wanted to hurt something…mainly someone. He’d gotten his punch in though. Now, he had to calm himself before he made it to the top of the stairs that lead to Joey’s apartment. He gulped in a few breaths of cold air, then opened the door.
Joey tried to keep herself busy until Stewart made it back. She was filling up the teapot when the door opened slowly. Just like earlier
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