Marcus’ POV
‘A puck bunny?’ the derisive tone of the douche in front of me echoes in my head as a red mist descends over my eyes.
He called my woman, my f.ucking princess . . a f.ucking puck bunny? The hell he did!
I feel my fist hit bone with the satisfying crunch that I know so well. I don’t even remember raising my fist, but I sure as f.uck will never forget the girly scream that falls from this asshole’s mouth as he grabs at his face.
I go to take a step forward, wanting more of the d.ick who tried to disrespect my girl, but strong hands wrap around my arms holding me back.
‘What the f.uck man? What the hell happened?’ Kane demands beside me, and I vaguely realise that he’s one of the people holding me.
‘He called Rory a puck bunny’ I growl furiously, ‘he called her low rent . .
