I look back to the guy who’s becoming more lucid.
“Rhett,” Hayden says as he drops the guy back onto the floor.
“Yeah.”
“You want to learn a neat trick?” Hayden asks as he crouches down by the guys head.
“Sure.”
The guy finally snaps out of the daze Evie knocked him into and seeing Hayden’s threatening face, his eyes widen.
“Do me a favor,” Hayden says, never taking his eyes from the guy. “Grab a spoon from the kitchen.”
I walk to the kitchen and open the drawer.
“You want the big spoon or little spoon?” I call back to him.
“Big spoon.”
“That would’ve been my choice as well,” I say as I bring the spoon back to Hayden and hand it to him.
The guy tries to sit up, but Hayden’s hand slams into his throat and pins him back against the floor. With his free hand, he brings the spoon to the guys left eye socket.
“What the fuck are you doing in my daughter’s apartment?”
A garbled string of words fly out of the guy's mouth.
“Did you understand any of that?” Hayden asks.
“Didn’t make a lick of sense to me.”
I cross my arms over my chest.
Hayden starts to apply pressure by pressing the spoon under the guy's eyelid.
“Dude you better talk,” I warn him.
“I used to date her,” he screams. “Stop! Please stop. I just wanted to scare her. I wouldn’t have hurt her.”
“Your name,” Hayden hisses.
“Kyle.”
“Well, Kyle, today’s your lucky day. Not only will I allow you to keep your eye, but I’ll also call you a cab.”
I frown at this.
“Can’t we hurt him a little bit?” I ask, wanting to make him bleed for trying to attack Evie.
Hayden pulls the guy to his feet.
“Rhett, because I like you, I’ll let you throw a few punches while I call the cab. How does that sound?”
“Like a deal, I can’t pass up,” I growl as I grab hold of Kyle and the second Hayden steps back, my fist connects with Kyle’s jaw.
Kyle’s grunt makes Evie call out from behind the door. “No blood on my carpet!”
“Don’t worry, babe,” I yell back as I deliver another blow to the fuckers face, “I got this!”