Fight Like A Man Book Novels & Stories

Now that she was walking away from danger and was conscious as well, I felt the strength re-enter my body and I began lashing out at them. I kicked hard at one of the men’s knees who let out a pitiful howl while I drove a fist in the air that connected with the jaw of another man. I heard the sound of his jaw bone crunching under my fingers but I drove another fist on the same spot, to deliver maximum impact. He howled and went down, holding his face with both hands. One man down, three to go. Grabbing another by his collar, I flung him in the air, and he touched the ceiling before crashing into the ground.

“I told him I wanted men who were stronger. But he never listens when it comes to you!” Two additional men emerged from the truck that was following us. As they were trying to push me into the truck, I mustered all the energy within me and broke free from their grasp. The element of surprise worked in my favor as I fiercely fought back, each strike fueled by the energy coursing within me. With each punch or kick, I felt more and more alive, fueled by the energy within me. I could feel my body trying to suck the energy out of them as well and I let it.

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."

“Fucking ridiculous.” My jaw tightened, but I forced myself to stay calm. “You incited violence at a peaceful event. One of your followers tried to shoot my mate.” My words just seemed to fuel the man even more, and he laughed, shaking his head. “‘Mate’,” he echoed. “You really are like animals.” My wolf snarled in the back of my head, infuriated by this man’s indignance. He wanted me to lunge across the table, to teach this man a lesson he’d never forget. “Perhaps a few scars will put this asshole in his place,” he growled.

His movements were fluid, almost animalistic, and his eyes seemed to gleam with a feral intensity. The man tried to run, but Chase was too fast. He tackled him to the ground, the two of them crashing into a nearby trash can. The sound of crunching metal and shattering glass filled the air as they fought. I stared, my mind reeling. What was happening? How was Chase fighting like that? The man tried to land a punch, but Chase dodged it with ease, his movements lightning-fast. He countered with a swift kick, sending the man crashing into a nearby wall.

Matthew took me to the Leedon Group's annual party. Anthony approached us, greeting Matthew, "Well, well, brother, you've changed your date again?" He eyed me lustfully: "Nice figure. How about passing her my way?" I stared into his disgusting eyes, wishing I could stab them with a fork. Not marrying this creep was truly a blessing in disguise. I looked at Anthony with tears in my eyes, saying pitifully: "Can't you be decent? Looking at me like that, people might think you're an animal."

This was a fight for survival, a desperate struggle against a creature my mind screamed was no longer human, driven by whatever darkness seeped from the caves themselves. As I parried his blows, the fight felt eerily familiar—like battling Declan, but with the added weight of my other losses pressing on my chest. I ducked and weaved, not hesitating this time; my punches connected with a ferocity that matched the wild man before me. Each hit was a prayer, hopes riding on a fleeting wish that this violence would end soon enough for me to focus back on Winter.

Marley had just taken three steps when a hand dragged her back. “How dare you talk to me like that you bitch?” The man sneered and Marley shook herself from his hold. “Then you shouldn't have stood in my way you prick. Get out of my face.” The man's eyes flashed with anger and he raised a hand aiming to hit her but Marley was quick. She landed a vicious blow to his face instead and the man landed on the ground. His friends gasped and then laughter erupted. The man on the floor stood up and spat out blood. He was embarrassed to be hit by a woman in front of his friends and will make sure he breaks all her bones and then fuck her hard so that next time she will know her place.

This man screams angrily as I brought my hand up to my cheek which leaked with blood, this moment alone telling me if I didn’t fight now, this man could hurt me more. “The only way I’m going to get what belongs to me back, is by using you… if the Alpha King ever wants to see his beautiful mate again… he will give me what I want!” He sniggered as though he’d won in some way, but shaking my head, using the power my wolf sent me, I spring to my feet, grab the extremely heavy book in my hands and launch it with force at this man’s face.

“You call me girl, yet I’ve already put a man in the ground while you sit here trembling at my husband’s table. Tell me—should we call you boy?” The lieutenants shifted uneasily. No one laughed. The man’s face darkened, sweat beading at his temple. He opened his mouth, but Dante cut him off, his voice a growl, final. “Enough.” He rose from his chair, the wolf in full. His shadow stretched long across the table, swallowing the man whole. “Loyalty is not negotiable. Doubt is a disease. And diseases are cut out before they spread.” At his nod, Marco moved. The man was dragged from his chair, his protests cut off in a spray of blood as the sound of a silenced gun echoed through the chamber.