Undefeated - A New Adult Romance Novel by Scott Hildreth Page A

over again. Believe it or not, I enjoy this. The satisfaction I get from stopping you from abusing another woman is the same satisfaction most men get from fucking, multiplied by about ten. Remember, not a word unless I ask you,” I rolled my shoulders and popped my neck.
    He sat and stared.
    “Now, when I start talking, you’re naturally going to want to say something to defend yourself. I wouldn’t advise that. If you do, I’m going to get up, come over there, and beat on you. Eventually, I’m going to do it anyway. If you try talking your way out of this, it’s just going to make it last a really long time. If you keep your mouth shut, I’m going to sit here and just talk - at least for now. Understand?”
    He nodded.
    “Men that abuse women are fucking pussies. They’re the lowest form of life that exists. Talking down to women, screaming at them, intimidating them, or physically harming them in any way is abuse. Abuse isn’t going to be tolerated by me, ever,” I took a slow breath and looked him over.
    Talking to this asshole wasn’t setting very well with me. It was all I could do to look at this guy. Knowing that eventually I was going to knock at least one of his teeth out was extremely satisfying.
    “You’ve spent the last ten years intimidating Kace, and you’re done. Completely. The shit that went on here this afternoon is the last of it. You’ll never speak to her again for any reason. You will make no effort to contact her, ever. You will not approach her, call her, text her, or have any of your friends attempt to do so. Understand?” I asked as I rubbed my hands on the thighs of my jeans.
    He nodded.
    “No, I need verbal confirmation. Do you understand ?” I asked.
    “Yeah,” he said.
    “I’m not one of your punk friends. Don’t talk to me like one. If you respond affirmatively, it better be a yes . Understand?” I pushed against my thighs with my hands and sat up straight.
    “Yes?” he said with a confused look on his face.
    Covered with sweat, he reached up and wiped his brow. As he wiped his hand on his jeans, the sweat beads began to re-form on his face.
    “It’s hot as fuck in here, what’s the temperature set at? I asked.
    He shrugged his shoulders and wiped his face again.
    “Well, it’s so fucking hot in here, I’m ungoddamnedcomfortable. Son-of-a-bitch, that knot on your head looks painful. She got you good, didn’t she?” I chuckled.
    Lightly, he touched his swollen head with his fingertips. As his fingers touched the knot, he squinted and jerked his head backward.
    “Okay, we’re getting off track. I’m going to need some answers from you. Listen up. Are you ever going to try to talk to Kace again?” I asked.
    “Well, I…” he started.
    As he began to speak, I stood up, “Shut up. Obviously you didn’t hear me or understand me.”
    “You said don’t speak unless you asked me to,” he said as he cowered down into the couch cushions.
    I took a few steps toward him and stood directly in front of the couch, “Stand up.”
    He sat still and looked up at me as if confused on what to do.
    I reached down and got ahold of his hair and pulled him up from the couch.
    “Holy shit, dude. God damn. I’m coming. Fuck,” he said as I raised him off of the couch cushion by his hair.
    “Shut the fuck up,” I demanded as he stood directly in front of me, his hair in my left hand.
    “When you choke Kace, this is what it feels like,” I said as I grabbed his neck in my right hand.
    I squeezed as hard as I could until his eyes rolled back and he began to go limp. I released the pressure on his neck. As I did, he began to cough and gasp for air. I pulled upward on his hair, forcing him to stand erect.
    “Oh my fuckin’ God,” he coughed and as I continued pulling against his hair.
    “And this is what it feels like when you slap her,” I said as I reached back and slapped his face as hard as I could with my open right hand.
    The slap knocked his head from my grasp.