Page 74 of The Token Yank

“You’re a cunt.” The word came out of Rafe’s mouth smooth asglass.

“Rafe…” Eamonn tried to play peacemaker, but Rafe was ready forwar.

“What’d you callme?”

“You’re a fuckingcunt.”

“You better watch what you say, Yank.” Nathan took giant steps forward and pushed Rafe. Even in his state, he still had force. “Aren’t Americans supposed to bepolite?”

Eamonn stepped into the fray. “Nathan, just goupstairs.”

“Alright, then.” Nathan clammy palm clasped Eamonn’shand.

And that was the kick that knocked over the cauldron of fury, spilling all throughoutRafe.

“Get the fuck away from myboyfriend.”

Rafe didn’t move. He stared epic daggers atNathan.

“Your boyfriend? Really?” Nathanscoffed.

Before Rafe could kick himself for such a rash declaration, Eamonn joined his side, making him feelinvincible.

“You think this is going to last?” Nathan laughed like he took lessons at the Comic Villain Academy. “He’s going to leave, E. He’s a tourist. We’re just cute exhibits to him. He doesn’t want to stay here, no matter what he tells you.” Each laugh was a dagger to Rafe’s skin, and Eamonn’s reaction hurt even more. “He’s a fucking piece of Americanshit.”

Rafe marched up to Nathan.Thumb out. Knuckles at an angle.Just like he and Eamonn practiced on the pitch, Rafe socked him in thejaw.

Nathan stumbled backward a little, like tripping on a shoelace. Rafe had good form, but unfortunately, he realized too late that he was too far away to trulyconnect.

He turned to Eamonn. He couldn’t believe he just did that! He was so surprised at what he did that he couldn’t heed the warning of Eamonn’s bulgingeyes.

The downside with Eamonn’s lesson was that Eamonn never taught him to prepare for someone punchingback.