Turning my head, I met Jackson Taylor’s gaze and bared my teeth. He wanted to fight me? Yes. Fucking. Please. I caught the next fist he threw at me and wrenched his arm down. After that, it was all flying fists as a second guy launched into me. I took a pair of jabs to the kidneys before I slammed my elbow back and caught his face. The crunch of buckling bone was like music to my ears.
