Nick honestly couldn’t hear anything. Or, he could, but the receptors from his ear to his brain weren’t connecting. He was angry. But at some point between when the doorknob had broken in his hand and when he’d smacked Bradbury’s scrawny back against the wall, Nick completely crossed over from rage into something completely different. He was very much not in control of his mind anymore. Something else was there. Something telling him that he wasn’t satisfied with the bloody pulp that currently comprised Eisen Bradbury’s face. No. He deserved worse.
Sarah and Wolf were telling him to stop. So was Rory. Their voices were loud in his ears, but the connectors still weren’t in place and he grunted in response, sounding every bit the part of the angry caveman fighting for his woman. He didn’t want to stop. Lexie hadn’t deserved what they’d done to her. She’d thought Bradbury was different.
“She thought you were different!” Nick shouted, berating him as he leveled a heavy punch to the cheek and tightened his hand around Eisen’s throat. He honestly wasn’t sure if Bradbury was conscious anymore, he’d gone limp in his position against the wall moments ago. But it wasn’t enough. “Even you’re not that much of a pussy,” he seethed, ignoring the three voices trying to stop him. “Take it like a fucking man!”