“Enough?” Max repeated, towering over him.
Damon was coughing and he lifted one hand to his ribs then he pushed to his feet.
“Damon, boy, stay the f**k down,” a man urged.
“Come on, Maxwell,” Damon taunted stupidly, wriggling his fingers at Max.
“Be smart,” Max replied.
“Fuck that,” Damon said and lunged again, lifting a fist too slowly, Max easily deflected it then landed quick blows to Damon’s belly, both of them causing Damon to expel painful-sounding “oofs”. Then Max caught him under the chin and Damon flew back and fell down to his behind.
“Stay down!” another man shouted.
“Enough?” Max asked, standing over him.
Damon kicked at Max’s feet but Max casually stepped away.
“Dick!” Damon spat, saliva flying from his mouth, blood dripping from his lip.
“I asked if you’ve had enough?” Max said to him.
“Enough of that twat, Mindy?” Damon sneered and Max’s body, loose for the fight, got tight.
“You’re the dick!” Becca yelled and I looked to my left to see Arlene and another lady had hold of her and she was straining to get at Damon. I looked to my right to see Mindy, pale and visibly heartbroken, staring at Damon and Max.
I moved to Mindy and put my arms around her, she instantly leaned into my body, wrapped her arms around me and put her head to my shoulder.
“You’ve had enough,” Max decided on a mutter, turned away, dismissing him and his eyes came to Mindy and me and even though I knew he wasn’t mad at me the look on his face still made me shiver. “Jeep,” he clipped.
I nodded. “I’ll run and get our purses.”
“I’ll get them for you,” another lady said and took off.
Damon pushed to his feet behind Max.
“Max, he’s up,” a man informed him and Max, now two feet away from Mindy and me, turned around.
“Come back tomorrow, ass**le, get all her shit. Don’t want her back,” Damon said to Max, swiping at his lip with the back of his hand.
Mindy made a funny, sad noise and my arms got tighter.
“Her name’s only one on the lease, Damon, figure you should get your shit out. I’ll be there, you give me the keys,” Max called back.
“I ain’t f**kin’ movin’,” Damon returned.
“Then you get home from work tomorrow, your shit’ll be in the snow,” Max told him.
“Touch my shit, we got problems,” Damon threatened.
“We don’t already got problems?” Max asked the obvious.
Damon glared at him then made another threat, “This ain’t over.”
“Damon, be cool, stand down,” someone advised but Max, apparently, had had enough.
He walked back to Damon and Damon tried not to appear to cower and mostly succeeded since he didn’t retreat but he still looked a bit scared.
“You mistreated what amounts to my sister and backhanded my woman, how is it in that scenario that you’re put out?” Max asked quietly but loud enough for everyone to hear.