Langston stayed on the bike, his feet pressing firmly against the ground to keep it balanced.
Vincent’s punch came out of nowhere, fast and brutal, making Langston’s head jerk to the side, and the motorcycle nearly tipped over.
Katelyn stood off to the side, quietly taking in the scene, a small sense of satisfaction bubbling inside her. For someone like Langston, who couldn’t tell the difference between real danger and a joke, this was exactly what he deserved.
Blood dripped from the edge of Langston’s mouth, but he wiped it away nonchalantly, his eyes cold and calculating.
“Well, Mr. Adams, quite the impressive moves,” he sneered, stepping off the bike and charging straight at Vincent.
Without hesitation, they clashed, both of them locked in a fierce struggle. Langston was fully geared up, his gloves adding an extra layer of protection, leaving Vincent at a clear disadvantage. Still, neither one managed to take control of the fight.
Langston’s moves had pushed Vincent past his breaking point. With every punch Vincent threw, the air seemed to shift, each blow smashing hard into Langston’s face. Vincent had been more than generous with his patience, and that had only fed Langston’s misguided belief that he stood a chance.
Katelyn stood by, her heart racing with worry. She had wanted to step in, but when she saw Vincent starting to overpower Langston, she hesitated. She didn’t usually support violence, but deep down, she knew it was sometimes the only way—especially when it came to dealing with someone like Langston.
As Vincent delivered another heavy blow to Langston, Katelyn rushed forward, stepping in between them. Discover more novels at Find~Novel.net
“That’s enough! Stop this now!”
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Her gaze softened with worry as she took in the sight of Vincent’s swollen fists and the bruise forming on his lip. A strange wave of sympathy for him washed over her, though she couldn’t quite explain why.
When Katelyn turned her eyes to Langston, his face was so swollen it was almost unrecognizable. Vincent clearly held nothing back.
Langston’s face contorted in fury, his teeth grinding as he spat, “Fight me again!”
In that instant, he pulled off the mask he’d been hiding behind, exposing who he truly was. Vincent stared at him, his eyes filled with mockery as he shook his hand.
“Go ahead, then,” he taunted, daring him to make a move. He wasn’t about to let this chance slip by to show Langston who was in charge. In fact, he had been waiting for this moment ever since Langston made his first threat. Anyone foolish enough to provoke Vincent had to face the consequences.
Katelyn stepped in front of Vincent, her arms wide, her gaze locked on Langston. “Go ahead, make a move if you want another beating,” she challenged, her voice steady.
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