He took the slap, lacking any exceedingly emotional action. Instead, he simply frowned, one hand raising to his cheek and rubbing it slightly. That was the second time that bitch had done it. A cheap shot. I

Bullseye's gaze narrowed at the last comment, unamused. His expression hardened abruptly, entirely serious at this point. He took a couple another step forward, moving dangerously close now. "Listen here," he growled harshly, "You stay the hell outta' my business. I don't take kindly to people pokin' their heads around in stuff that don't concern them. Especially bitches. Ask around about the last couple o' gals that tried to pull the same shit with me. You're lucky I don't pop one in your right here and now."