Robby was awaken by the loud cries of lovemaking coming from the kiving room. He knew the sounds of Roxy's passion well. When he heard them mixed with Lance's voice, it threw him into a fit of Rage. Ignoring the pain that racked his body, he pulled his legs, cast and all off of the bed and then pressed himself to a standing position. He struggled and slowly made his way to the stairs and started down, pain tearing at every fiber of his body. He was a man possesed. Three steps down, he lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs and into the living room and right to the feet of Lance as he violently fucked his fiance' as she panted with pleasure in front of him.
He grabbed Lance's ankle and pulled him to the ground. Though Lance was fit, and handsome, he was no match for Robby's work hardened body even in its severly damaged state. Robby caught ahold of Lance's arm in a vice like grip and then proceeded to pound his face with his good arm, until Lance lay unconscious.
Robby rolled on his stomach, and pushed himself to a sitting position on the floor, and looked up at Roxy, her body soaked with the fluids of her passion, wearing the balck robe he had bought for her to seduce a stranger. He was sick, and he wanted to vomit. Hot tears streaked down his face. "How could you?!" he asked her, not waiting for an answer. "Hand me the phone, and get him out of here!" he said. "I'll call you later, I cant even begin to talk about this now."
He picked up the phone and called his best friend John at the mine.