Taming The Bad Boy By Ivy Coleman Chapter 38

Hunter gritted his teeth, laughter and harsh words spilling from the pack trying to comer him into a tighter space as they all looked at Hunter with evil eyes.

“Be good and just stay still. You know you deserve it for being a fag, you’re disgusting.” The boy sneered.

Something in Hunter licked as he held everything back in him that told him to lash out. No, he needed to think this through. Normally, Hunter would use his fists, but he had never been cornered by so many before. The most he had been cornered by was fifteen and none of them had weapons. That and the fact that he didn’t have three broken fingers.

His fingers were healing well but if he started throwing fists again he’d probably damage them beyond compare.

Hunter knew he couldn’t talk his way out of it for two reasons. One is the fact that they obviously didn’t care what he had to say because they hated the fact that he was gay. No matter how much he talked it wouldn’t change the fact that he was gay and so this would not get him anywhere. Two is the fact that Hunter was not the ‘talking’ type. He’d most likely say something sarcastic and only make the situation worse.

He could see the minute the boy stepped out the shadows that he had been set up. He knew Happy wouldn’t have had anything to do with it and some boy probably lied to Happy as well, but if Hunter could stall them for as long as possible, Happy might come to check on him.

Hunter gritted his teeth, his mind working away as his green eyes fell over the deadly crowd. He knew this wasn’t something he should rely on.

“Twenty against one. That’s hardly fair.” Hunter stated with his cold voice as he narrowed his dangerous eyes at the leader. The leader smirked, nodding as he circled his bat against the floor.

“True—but then again they say you fight so good it’s the equivalent of twenty men.” He shrugged as he watched the bat clink off the floor, glancing up briefly at Hunter.

Hunter crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the leader. “And the weapons? Now that’s not playing fair” Hunter smirked darkly. Hunter was not frightened nor was he going to cower and try to run away. But he wasn’t stupid, he wasn’t going to pretend he could just easily take them all down—but hell if he wouldn’t try.

The leader laughed, tossing his head back as he extended his arm and pointed the bat at Hunter who glared dangerously at the tip of it as if saying, ‘you touch me with that and just watch what happens’.

”We don’t play fair to fags.”

As the words fell from the leader’s lips, he nodded his head towards a guy at the back and before Hunter had time to react the lights were switched off and the sound of feet scuttling against the floor as they all frantically dashed at Hunter with their bats raised.

Hunter’s eyes widened as he did what he only could. He covered his head with his arms so no damage to his head would take place. First, he would protect himself since he couldn’t see in the dark and attack back. Then, once feeling where the directions were coming from, he could try to fight back since they were also in darkness too—their advantage was that there was lots of them so there was a low chance he would strike out at anyone.

The only problem was, as Hunter covered his head with his arms he felt the bats hit him from all different directions. They hit his legs, his back and his arms that covered his face as loud smacks echoed across the room.

Now he was pissed.

Hunter lowered his arms, a growl rippling through his throat as blood dripped down his chin. A bat hit his arm as his bone throbbed mercilessly. Yet he reached out with a harsh hand, grabbing the bat and sliding his hand quickly up the base of it to reach the hand of the owner. He grasped their head, swinging his knee up into their face as they cried out.

Some became slightly fearful when realising the lion was fighting back. Who would fight back in the dark against twenty?

Hunter would.

However, their leader encouraged them to continue as they all swung their bats at Hunter whose body took the hits as he reached out and every time he felt a body he would throw them to the ground, their bodies slamming harshly against the floor.

‘I need to rely on my feet, I can’t use my hands… another disadvantage..’

Hunter thought as he swung his leg out hoping to kick someone as was met with a stomach and a loud cry. Hunter was known for using his fists, he was known for smashing teeth right out of people’s mouths. He was good with his feet too, but his kick was not as powerful as his fists.

Hunter began to feel the pain and he knew in his mind that he was really screwed. But suddenly, the lights flickered on and the sight that they all saw should have made the wolves howl with pride, yet it all sent them numb to their core.

Hunter was standing, feet apart, coated in a dark crimson leaking down his body. His body was bruised and inflamed—they should have been happy to see how beaten he looked, but they could not take time to gloat as they were all too scared of the wild look in his darkened eyes.

Hunter did not look like he was about to pass out or curl up into a cowering ball. No. He looked like he was about to show them why he was at the top of the food chain.

The leader’s eyes widened as he raised his bat at another kid with frantic eyes.

“Hey! Turn the fucking lights back off!” he screamed as the boy held up his shaking hands.

“I-I didn’t turn them on!”

Everyone was silent as the leader gritted his teeth, growling angrily. He knew it was hard to take Hunter on in the light even if there were twenty of them, even if they were holding weapons. He wasn’t a fool, he didn’t underestimate Hunter’s ability.

Hunter snarled, his fists clenching as he held back from slinging them in the leader’s face. Hunter panted, blood dripping down his split lip as he narrowed his deadly eyes.

“I’m going to fucking slaughter you.”

Hunter’s voice growled out from around the hall, echoing coldly as shivers down their spines. His eyes promised pain and his tone showed determination ran with his words.

He wasn’t threatening them.

He was promising them.

Hunter gave them no time before he stormed forward, ripping the bat out of the leader’s hands and slamming his foot into his ribs. The leader went flying backwards, hitting the wall as he groaned out in pain.

Their eyes widened as they all stepped back frantically.

They say Hunter was the equivalent of twenty men with his fists, He was the equivalent of forty with a bat.

One by one Hunter ripped them all apart. He swung the bat through the tense it only to be met with a body that soon fell to the ground. His leg swung out, hitting someone’s chin as they jaw cracked under the pressure.

He powered back his elbow, diving it into a beefy boys nose before swinging the bat forward to the skinnier guy in front.

He panted, the beast inside of him taking over as he stood in the middle, chest heaving, crimson tainting the room as he spat the blood out on the floor, wiping his lip.

A few had run off, a few unable to get up and now he was surrounded by nine students all bruised and shaking. Hunter chuckled darkly, driving fear into their veins as he smirked manically at them.

“Come fucking get me.”

And with that, they pounced towards him only to get torn apart by the deadly lion that had been pushed over the edge.

Groans echoed through the room as Hunter’s heavy breathing could be heard, his chest rising and falling as he struggled to catch his breath. He ran his bandaged fingers through his damp locks, they fell slick against his sweaty skin as his footsteps echoed across the floor.

They laid on the ground, twisting and turning as they mournfully cried out and whimpered. Hunter stood over the leader rolling about clutching his arm.

He stood with his feet either side of the leader’s hips as the leader shrunk in fear, flinching away.

Hunter pointed the bat down at the leader who whimpered, the bat’s end brushing against his nose. What frightened him most was not the bat being pressed against him, but the dark, deadly eyes that glared down at him from above the bat.

With a sharp tone and a warning look, Hunter curled his dark lips into a snarl, “You should be thanking God that I’m gay. If I wasn’t gay I wouldn’t have Sam. And if I didn’t have Sam I’d have nothing to lose. With nothing to lose, I would have broken your fucking legs by now.”

Hunter prodded the bat into the guy’s chest who groaned as he fell back onto the floor.

“Being gay just saved your fucking life.”

Hunter tossed the bat aside, the loud clunk echoing as he turned to leave only for the leader to quickly jump up and slam his foot into Hunter’s back. Hunter growled out in pain as his legs caved in.

The boy applied more pressure, others get up more confident when they saw the lion at his knees. The leader smirked, no longer whimpering as he crushed his foot into Hunter’s back.

“Hey, King… you need some help.”

Hunter glanced up through his black locks, silence falling over the pack of wolves surrounding him as they all glanced over at the doorway where the three stood.

Hunter’s eyes widened slightly as he looked up to see Happy, Bear and Carter all standing in the doorway.

“Get your foot off his back.” Happy warned as Carter unzipped his jacket and tossed it aside, Bear rolling up his sleeves.

The leader smirked, crushing his foot again as Hunter clenched his teeth.

Hunter reached back, startling the leader as Hunter grabbed his ankle and slammed his leg down, yanking him off of his back as the leader stumbled forward.

Carter took the opportunity to swing his fist out, catching the leader in the face as Happy looked at him wide-eyed. “Woah… nice shot.”

“Thanks.” Carter grinned as he looked over proudly at Happy. “I do try.”

Hunter stood up, his muscular form towering over the group again as the three came to his side, all standing back to back as they stood in fighting

stances.

“I hate bullies.” Bear said in a low voice as he glanced around.

“I know, Bear.” Happy nodded as he eyed them. “Here’s your chance to sort that out.”

Carter shuffled his feet as he clapped his hands together before punching the air in front of him like a boxer. “Man, I haven’t fought like this for ages!” The leader stood up on shaky feet as he glared at the three.

“Why are you protecting him. HE’S A FAG!”

Happy’s eyes narrowed as he lowered his gaze, his face darkening. “Okay. Now I’m pissed.”

Carter chuckled as he smirked over at Hunter, readying his fists.

“You think it’s bad when you piss him off… wait until you see what happens when you piss his friends off.”