bouncer ☓ h.s.
❝He loves the job. It's extra money on the side and keeps him on his feet.
It's also an excuse to follow you around, missy. He loves doing that.❞
I notice his fists clench, knuckles turning white. "Haz, don't."
"You don't want to hurt anyone."
"Don't I?" His gaze drops to Ray's, eyes narrowing. "Don't I, big man?"
Putting my hand in his arm, I feel the taut muscles. "Babe."
But he ignores me. With one swift movement, he pushes me behind him while simultaneously sending his right fist forward. It hits Ray right in the nose, and blood splatters all of our clothes. I look at Harry in horror.
"I'm sorry," he says.
ᶜᵒᵖʸʳᶤᵍʰᵗ - ᶠᵃᶰᵈᵒᵐᵃᶤᶰ