Jailbird

~Chapter 35~

Zedlin

I really enjoyed coming to The Underground Bar. It was the best way to hang out, get drunk and occasionally beat the dog shìt out of someone who most likely deserved it.

And my someone had been slumped over the bar for the past twenty minutes now.

I didn't really expect myself to be this calm upon seeing him, but I'm sure the calmness was just from the fact that I knew I was gonna fùck him up eventually.

Just exactly how did I want to start this...

All or nothing.

I nodded my beer bottle at Louie who just got another one ready for me. He had been waiting on me to give him the signal.

Door would shut and anyone leaving out would be staying a little longer and anyone coming in would have to wait.

Loved having connections. All about who you know, nowadays.

I placed the tip of my beer bottle against my lips and threw my head back.

An image of Sienna sleeping and thoroughly fùcked popped up into my head and made me want to get a sudden jump start on this asś whopping.

How the fùck could he lay a hand on her? I mean I could see how her mouth would make someone want to hit her, but to actually do it.

Have to be one sick abusive fùck...

Yeah, I had re-pìssed myself off, now.

"You know what to do, Lou." I said calmly, while rising up and placing my half drunken bottle down onto the countertop.

Louie nodded his head and gave a signal to two guys sitting at a table by the doors.

They got up instantly and grabbed a door, shutting it firmly with a bang and a lock.

Everyone looked up and then swung their eyes towards me.

Some knew who I was and some had no fùcking clue, but they'd be clueless no more in a few minutes.

Mason's back was still towards me when I walked over. The pimply faced kids he was with looked up at me and scowled.

"Beat it, he's not in the mood right now."

I smirked, "Is that right?"

Mason's back stiffened and I watched him sit up rigidly, debating if he should turn around and meet his challenge.

Because to him that's what I was. Never a fùcking match.

"Come on, don't be a pùssy. You didn't pùssy out when it came to beating on your girlfriend like a pinata. Nah, you went through with it without a fùcking thought, didn't you?" I said, with a eerie calmness.

Mason finally let out a sigh, before standing up and turning to face me.

He looked like shìt, but he was gonna look worse in a few seconds.

"Zedlin, look man. Wh--" He didn't get to finish, because my arm winded back with a fist at the end, snapping out and punching him dead in the nose.

I didn't hold back.

Crimson splashed out down his mouth as if he just got hit with a paintball gun.

The sack of shìt sank like a stone. He knocked into some stools as he went down and his scary asś friends wisely jumped out of the way.

"Damn, that felt good! Can you feel the difference from me trying to go easy on you and from me actually wanting to hurt you? Drastically different, right?" I asked through clenched teeth.