Vincent turned his attention to the second man, whose mouth was hanging open in disbelief. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. How on earth had a man like Vincent tossed his buddy like that?
It didn't make sense. Vincent didn't look like much. He wasn't muscular, and his frame wasn't built like a fighter's. Yet, he had just tossed someone twice his size like he was nothing.
The thug wanted to back out. Every instinct screamed at him to turn around and leave while he still could. But his ego wouldn't allow it. He wasn't about to let some twig-looking guy humiliate him like this.
And when he saw his buddy stirring, pushing himself up onto his hands and knees with a pained grunt, a little confidence crept back in.
He clenched his fists, rolling his back. "Get over here, you piece of shit!" he barked before launching himself forward. He pulled his arm back, aiming a punch right for Vincent's stomach.
