“Because she needed to learn her place,” he spat. “And so do you. You’re trespassing, John. Get off my property before I call the cops and have you arrested for harassment.”
“I just want to talk,” I said, stepping closer. “Man to man.”
“Man to man?” Mark scoffed. He stepped out onto the porch, towering over me. He was thirty years younger, six inches taller, and built like a linebacker. “You’re not a man, John. You’re a relic. You’re a coward who hides in his garden.”
“Maybe,” I said softly. “But at least I don’t beat women to feel strong. Does that make you feel big, Mark? Breaking a girl’s ribs? Or is it because you can’t perform in the bedroom, so you have to perform with your fists?”
The smile vanished from Mark’s face. His eyes went black with rage.
“What did you say to me?”
