CHAPTER 85

Honest

POV: Winston

I'll be honest and come right out and say this: I expected it. I expected getting clocked in the face. I expected foul play from Theo and smelled his bullshit from a mile away.

But I didn't dodge it. I closed my eyes and braced myself and he swiped the stinging metal across my face, smacking into the side of my face and almost knocking me to the ground.

I stood my ground and worked my jaw, staring down at the scum, very displeased and very annoyed.

He knew he had fucked up but he grinned, balling his fists and bouncing on his legs, preparing for another attack.

He went for a kick but I knew better.

I dodged his leg in the air and he tried to punch me. I held his arm, and turned him around, twisting his arm around him until he was grunting in pain.

Sweat dribbled down his neck, his breathing was urged. "Winston, man–"

"Why did you do it?! What was your motif for breaking into my territory?!"

His reply was a weak, pathetic whimper.

He bit back a gasp as I twisted hi