A fist caught me in the solar plexus and knocked all the air out of me. I didn’t even try to figure out who or what or why. I just grabbed his hair and slammed his head down against my knee, then worked my way toward Bubba. Mitch was in that mess. I wanted my pound of flesh from that asshole. I wanted Frankie’s pound of flesh. Bubba broke his jaw, but I wanted to break his legs. And cut off his dick. Fuck reasonable. Then a feminine shriek cut through noise and jerked me out of the red haze. Where the fuck was Frankie?
