on’t stand there like a fucking sissy. Fight back.”

I stared up at him through slitted eyes, wanting to pulverize every bone in his body. He continued his verbal barrage; my breath rapid and shallow, my chest an explosive seconds from detonation. “You little pansy-assed…” I flew at him, punching everything that got in my path—skin, bone, air—a low growl burned through my lips to score the melee. He punched me hard, I hit him back with all the strength I had. Hit and return, pummeled and smashed.

He stumbled back, then leaned in and knocked his head against mine, grabbed me around the shoulders and squeezed so hard I couldn’t move. We stared at each other, panting, breathing in each other’s sweat, skin on skin.

 

Complete story forthcoming in Hot Cops .

 

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