“Hey, Michael! Leave my fucking door alone!”
The big man spun to look back at him. Frank saw he was carrying a half empty 40oz bottle of something in his left hand.
“Who the FUCK are you and how do you know my name?” the mountain cursed at him as he began to move closer.
“Elyse told me all about your cowardly attack on her, you pathetic piece of shit.” Frank growled.
Michael reeled back like the words had physically struck him. “You… you talked with Elyse? Did you fuck the slut! Did you?” he yelled.
“She divorced you, you moron. Did you get hit in the head too many times to know what that means? You’re out of her life. Just more garbage on the side of the road to forget,” Frank taunted.
Michael’s eyes flared and he bellowed his fury as he rushed at Frank like a 240 pound runaway train of steroid induced, homicidal rage.
Frank’s fist struck dead center of Michael’s face and snapped the man’s head back as Frank spun to the side to avoid the charge.
Michael staggered and went down on one knee. Frank moved forward to put the man down.
“FRANK!” Elyse yelled as she spun around the end of the driveway. He stopped in surprise looking in her direction and missed seeing Michael swinging the bottle until it exploded against the side of his head. He slammed into the side of Michael’s Jeep parked in his driveway and Michael surged to his feet to hit him a few more times.
“STOP! MICHAEL! STOP!” Elyse screamed, pulling at the huge man’s arm.
Michael tossed Frank to the ground and spun to backhand Elyse. She fell back onto the lawn. Michael looked back at Frank whose face was a bloody mess then snorted and turned back to Elyse.
“So you’re fucking old guys now! Well I just came back for one more fuck of my own as you owe me that for the money I gave you. I deserve a piece of WHORE ASS for my FUCKING MONEY!” He unbuckled his belt.
Elyse was looking up at him in terror.
Frank heard Michael’s words and rage leant him the strength to surge to his feet. His survival training kicked in. Fight dirty to win. He hammered a fist into the big man’s left kidney with a loud thump. Michael squealed and tried to spin but Frank immediately slammed his heel against the inside of Michael’s right knee, destroying the joint with a wet snap and pop. As the big man began to topple, still unable to scream, Frank drove a second punch into the side of his jaw and the sharp crack of the bone shattering could be heard across the street.
Michael fell onto his back and Frank followed him down landing two more solid hits against his ribs which cracked under the blows. The moment Elyse grabbed Frank he allowed her to pull him up to his feet but he remained over Michael who was making a frightened warbling sound. Frank got in one more solid kick against Michael’s balls and the squealing rose in pitch.
Frank stood over Michael breathing in deep gasps as he glared down at the destroyed man.
“You… are… NEVER… going near… Elyse… again.” He paused to take a breath then he leaned in close. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!” Frank roared in his face and Michael shrunk back and nodded quickly.
Elyse pulled him back and looked at Frank’s bloody face. Blue and red light flashed over it suddenly as a police cruiser screeched to a halt on the road in front of his house. Two officers jumped out of the cruiser and rushed over to them. Frank sighed and allowed himself to relax. Then the pain began. He winced.
“Frank?” Elyse asked nervously as the officers stared at him in surprise as they recognized his assailant.
“I think I’d like to sit down now,” he said.
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