Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Cyborg stared at the food on the ground, then looked up at Liv with a scowl. “The fuck did you just do?” he asked with the voice of a killing machine.
Liv expected him to get up, but instead, Cyborg lashed out with one of his arms while still seated. He yanked Liv by the front of his jacket, then pushed him over the back of the bench. Liv’s burrito flew into the air as the world whirred.
“I’m gonna talk about your slutty boyfriend however the fuck I like!” Cy roared as the dusky ground sped toward Liv. He folded at the last moment, but while he might have saved his neck from twisting, something broke under him with the crack of glass. All senses on high alert, he rolled to his hands and knees in time to see Cyborg’s powerful silhouette storm at him. Words that needed to be said got stuck when he jerked back to escape a boot meant for his ribs and leapt up, slamming his fist into the steel-hard abs. He could feel them tighten at the contact, but the little gasp of pain Cy uttered was unmistakable.
“Shut your fucking face!”
Liv might be smaller than Cyborg, but he’d been in enough fights to know being big wasn’t everything. Hell, Knox had shown him that.
“I’ll be saying whatever the fuck I want, and your dick-hungry boy was easy pickings. I’d dump his cheating ass if I were you.”
This time, when Cyborg tried to grab him, Liv managed to pull back, narrowly avoiding his hand. That only angered the man mountain in black, and as Liv took a few quick steps back to flee the charge headed his way, the world seemed to slow down.
In his blind confidence, Cyborg stepped on his fallen burrito. Squashed under his boot, it spat out some beans and corn, then served as Liv’s ally in the fight when Cyborg slipped on it and fell back, grabbing at air.
With victory already playing a triumphant tune in his head. Liv descended on the fucker, about to deliver a punch straight into his fucking face when Cy’s leg twisted around his and toppled him over. Dropping to the ground like a log, Liv didn’t get enough time to strike before Cy pinned him down in a chokehold.
What the fuck was this guy? A Navy Seal?
As the hands blocking his airflow remained in place and needles of fear stabbed at Liv’s brain, he grabbed both of Cy’s wrists, fighting to force his hands away.
He scratched at Cyborg’s massive forearm with one hand, as he blindly tapped the ground with the other, desperately looking for a weapon. As soon as his fingers felt an empty can, he grabbed it and started beating it against Cy’s head, but he could barely reach it and wasn’t doing any damage.
As air became unavailable and Liv’s dizzy mind no longer cooperated, he patted the ground, trying to signal that he was tapping out. But would this be enough for a guy who’d shot someone in the head point-blank?
Cyborg gave his neck one more squeeze, as if in warning, but then let go, leaving Liv to gasp for air.
Cyborg rose off him near soundlessly and walked up to the intact and still-wrapped burrito Liv had dropped when Cy threw him to the ground. He peeled away the aluminum foil and dug in, watching Liv lie there like the most pathetic loser. There was something so damn infuriating in that level stare that Liv shouted at him as soon as he could. “This doesn’t mean you’re right! Keep his name off your lips!”
Cyborg grunted between one bite and another. “Fine. Guess I was just pissed off at you for the cockblocking.”
Liv rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, it’s not cockblocking when he’s mine. Not giving him away to some rando,” he muttered, sitting up in the dirt, still out of breath.
He couldn’t fucking believe that this was how his attempts at getting a job were going. But maybe… the fight cleared the tension a bit?
“I’ve seen the connection you two have when he was bleeding out. But you can’t blame a man for trying. Knox is a damn hot piece of ass.”
This time he sounded… maybe not respectful, but appreciative instead of offensive.
Liv exhaled, imagining how Knox would fuss over him once he returned with bruises. He should lie to avoid him losing his temper and going after Cy too. “He’s beautiful. And the best thing that ever happened to me.”
Cyborg watched him for a prolonged moment as he chewed. “Cute. What do you want here tonight without him?”
Aaand, this was the moment Liv had been waiting for. Maybe Cy would be more merciful after literally wiping the ground with Liv?
“The surgery he needs. It’s expensive.”
Cy’s eyes narrowed. “Is this a convoluted way of asking me for a job?”