I'm Here For Lisa

Olive's P.O.V.

I don't understand what compels a man to hit a woman. Is it the fact that they like to prey on the weak? Do they get pleasure from it? Is there no real remorse?

"I'm here for Lisa," I told the man sternly, wiping that smile off his face completely.

"She's not here." He crossed his arms, noticing the guys around me now.

"I know she's not. I'm here to deliver a message from her to you. Or really from me to you." I punched him right in the throat, making him step back into the apartment, allowing us to enter.

Carter closed the door behind him, locking it to the man's horror. The guy here his neck as he coughed profusely. He looked at me furiously as he pulled his fist back. I avoided his obvious punch, returning one of my own to his diaphragm. He let out of breath with groan. I beat the shit out of him, punching him, kicking him in the groin.

"If you so much even look at Lisa again, I'll let these two handle you next time. Maybe you'll realize not all women are punchi