Page 34 of Man Vs. Woman

I text Daphne to see if she’s heard anything from her. But it’s late, meaning she’s doing battle with Dominic or fucking him.

Silence.

Ok. Nothing from Daphne and nothing from Serena.

Now, I’m pacing the length of my apartment.

Fuck. I can’t take this.

I storm out of my front door, not giving a fuck if she wants me there or not. I need to make sure everything’s ok. The radio silence is killing me.

When I reach her floor, my heart stops. Her door is cracked open.

I admit, I’ve watched enough murder mystery TV showsto know that a cracked door is never a good sign.

I push on it lightly and call out, “Serena?”

I hear muffled noises and a low growl coming from the other side of the door.

What the fuck?

I push open the door and it’s like I walked into a real-life version of my worst nightmare.

Two large men,WWE-type motherfuckers, are hovering over Serena. One with his hand on her throat, choking her and the other pinning her down.

All I see is red. I don’t let another minute pass to collect my thoughts, because, well, I don’t have any other than—KILL THE MOTHERFUCKERS.

I grab a wicked looking bust of some dead guy on a pedestal next to the door and lunge forward, swinging it like a bat at the Hulk Hogan look-a-like’s head.

“What the…” the Andre the Giant looking dude yells as the Hulk falls unconscious to the floor beside him.

“You motherfucker,” I yell. I drop the bust and punch Andre right in the nose and then throw a hook right into his jaw.

He stumbles back, clutching onto his bloody nose, but quickly recovers, punching me in the gut.

“Fuck.” I lean over, feeling a piercing pain.

“Colt!” Serena screams, but I ignore her.

I take advantage of my position and slip forward, grabbing him by the waist. We fall to the ground and I straddle him, punching him over and over until his face is bloodied. He gets a few hits in but my adrenaline numbs me. I feel nothing but anger and hate towards this man.

I want to see him bleed; I want him to beg me to stop.

“Why are you fucking here?” I yell at him. “Who sent you?”

I need to know answers. Who in the fuck would come here to hurt Serena? For a second, I remember what she did to her ex. But that was warranted. This type of revenge would be a bit extreme given the circumstances. I rule him out.

But who is it?

I punch him again, splashing the blood running down his cheek on my shirt. I tell myself to stop, but I can’t. I know punching him won’t help get the information from him, but my reflexes and protector instincts are kicking into overdrive, motivating my movements.

He finally gets a good shot at me; his hand crashes into my eye. I fall to the floor next to him. He gets up and kicks me in the ribs and once in the gut.

“Get up, pussy!” He screams. “Fight me like a man.”

Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me. Now he talks…and that’s what he has to say? How fucking cliché.

I get up, wincing and clutching on to my ribs. With all the strength in me, I jump up, grab his head and push it down to meet my knee. He falls back onto the kitchen counter and I kick him again, this time in the chest.