She's Mine - Jenika Snow Page 0,35

Sully wanted to go there, then so be it. The asshole had been giving him fucked-up looks all night, not to mention all the other times he’d rubbed Reese the wrong way.

Sully sneered and cracked his knuckles. “The problem, brother, is that you take all my fucking money with your shitty card playing and walk around here like you have the biggest damn dick.”

“I am not your fucking brother.” The air changed, thickened, became tense enough he could have cut it with a knife. “And it’s not my damn fault you don’t know how to play poker and got your ass kicked.” A muscle ticked beneath Sully’s jaw. “Second, it’s not my fucking problem you suffer from little dick syndrome and I piss you off.” A crowd was starting to grow in a circle around them, like fucking piranhas smelling blood. “You don’t want to do this.” It was a subtle warning to Sully. It was his decision if he decided to take the suggestion.

A few murmurs surrounded them, but Reese only focused on the meathead in front of him. Sully hadn’t backed down, and didn’t appear to be either, so it looked like things were about to get real. Despite the fact that Reese wanted to just move on and not get things dirty, he was no stranger to throwing a few punches. Besides, he was in a foul fucking mood now, and wanted to take it out on someone.

Sully rolled his head on his shoulders. Yeah, clearly he wanted to do this, and Reese wasn’t about to stop him. Sully took a step closer. “You sure you want to do this?” It was a courtesy question, one he knew Sully wouldn’t take. And the truth was, he’d fuck Sully up.

“Man, I’ve been wanting to kick your ass since you came to the academy. Fucking low class, poor motherfucker. You don’t belong at our school. Only reason you got a place there and full-ride was out of charity.”

Sully could talk all the shit he wanted, but Reese didn’t give a fuck.

“You’re a big motherfucker, but I can still take you,” Sully said and cracked his knuckles. He started bouncing on the balls of his feet, like he was some kind of boxer in a ring.

What the fuck? Has this guy never been in a street brawl?

And as he looked at Sully, he realized how sad the other fucker was. He was putting on a big show, and in Reese’s experience, the ones who did that had as much hate for themselves as they did for what they projected.

This isn’t fucking worth it. He isn’t worth it.

Reese turned to leave.

Sully started laughing. “What, you a fucking pussy now? Or maybe you’ve gone soft now that you’re fucking Alex’s little sister?”

Reese’s body froze, his muscles clenched, and he curled his hands into fists at his sides. He turned and faced Sully. The bastard could talk shit about Reese all he wanted, but bringing Keira into this? No fucking way. Reese felt his muscles tighten and bunch, a familiar feeling when the fight mode clicked on inside him.

“Reese Motherfucking Trenton,” Sully said and started laughing again. “People avoid you because they think you’re so fucking messed up in the head from your shitty home life they’re actually afraid of you.” He shook his head. “Not me, asshole.” He grinned. “I want each and every one of you to see the downfall of this asshole,” Sully addressed the massive crowd that surrounded them.

People had their phones out, recording what was about to go down.

“Bring your white trash ass on over here and let’s start this.”

Well, here we go.

Sully charged forward and slammed his body into Reese’s, but he was prepared. Reese took the force and steadied himself. Sully stumbled back and swung. His actions were fast and sloppy, a result of him drinking all night, his anger, and the fact that he didn’t know how to properly fight.

And by properly fighting, Reese meant the dirty, street rules way.

Reese ducked and brought his fist up, clipping Sully under the chin. Sully stumbled back, blood immediately spilling from his mouth. He turned his head and spit out a mouthful of the red liquid. They grappled before Sully got the upper hand, slamming Reese against the side of the house. The brick scraped against the back of his arms, but his blood was pumping through his veins, and adrenaline coursed through him that he didn’t feel shit but the fire of this fight.

Reese grinned as Sully