Free The Frenchman's Revenge by Taylor Lee

. H is righteous anger was too intense to allow any other outcome.
    Bai took a drag off his cigarette , tossed it to the floor , and ground it out with his boot. He looked at Alex through hooded eyes . H olding his gaze, he toed off his boots and kicked them off to the side. He rose up on his toes and flexed his feet in preparation. In an unusual gesture for a k u ng fu fighter , he took off his shirt, hung it on a hook against the wall and stood naked , except for his fitted pants . Alex frowned and squelched his surprise at the sight of Bai’s bare torso. He knew that Bai was a grandmaster and that he must be strong . But he was unprepared for the reality of Bai’s b ody. Clothed , he looked lean, almost slender . W ithout his shirt, every muscle in his arms, back , and shoulders rippled with power. His waist tapered down across his taut abdomen and his powerful stance revealed hard , muscular legs.
    Momentarily caught off guard, Alex reminded himself that even though Bai was at least two inches taller, he outweighed him by fifteen pounds or more . M ost important , he was twenty years old and stronger than he had ever been. He had sparred daily for the past six months in China with world renowned fighters , honing his skills to peak fighting form.
    “Came to see what you learned in China, b oy. I ’m confident w e can get this settled quickly , ” Bai said, with a slight smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
    Alex flushed in anger and Bai’s smile widened .
    “Tell you what . I’ll even avoid that pretty boy face of yours. I wouldn’t want you to have any visible marks on you when you watch Elena marry me three days from now.”
    Alex tried to mimic Bai’s casual , cutting attitude , but his hatred was too intense . Gritting his teeth together , he spit out his response.
    “Speaking of pretty boy, I’m sure as hell not going to avoid your f ace. Hell no! That’s the first thing I’m going for, old man. I f there is a wedding , you are going to look like shit.”
    Poking at Alex’s anger , Bai’s eyes twinkled . H e taunted him further.
    “ Ah, oui . I see you have a temper , just like your sister does. Well, b oy, I’ve learned that Elena responds to discipline . L et’s see how you do ,” Bai said with a grin.
    Alex shook with rage , his face flushed with heat , his fists clenched in tight knots at his side s . He knew that Bai was intentionally trying to rile him , but he was unable to quiet his fury.
    “ Damn you ! Godd amn you , Bai . I f I ever hear that you h urt my sister….”
    He choked off the rest of the threat , trying desperately to control his emotions .
    Bai was unruffled , calm . A sardonic grin twist ed his lips.
    “ Ah, I guess that depends on how you define ‘ hurt . ’ Tell me, b oy, w ould you consider ‘hurt’ turning her over my knee and spanking her bare ass when she misbehaves? Your sister doesn’t seem to mind. In fact , she rather seems to enjoy it—at least once her bright red ass cools down.”
    Alex sprang forward , both fists aimed at Bai’s face . H is guttural scream fill ed the room . Against every rule he had ever been taught about the danger of fighting from anger, Alex was unable to le ash his fury. Rather , it flared to a level of rage he had never before experienced. He wanted to do one thing and one thing only . He wanted to kill Bai, beat him to death.
    Preparing to follow up his fists with a bone cracking one, two kick to the groin, Alex dove for Bai. To his shock , he met nothing but air . U nable to stop his forward momentum , he crashed against the wall. He sprung back and whirled around to see Bai standing three feet away his hands relaxed at his sides , a contemptuous smile on his face.
    Alex had been trained by the best in China, but he was unprepared for Bai. It was as though he was fighting a shadow. Bai twisted, turned, flew , and slid, an elusive target . More like a flying apparition than a man . At one point , he literally danced six feet up