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I didn’t have time to drop Case with Vicki, only just making it to the garages in time. Trent was already waiting. The usual big cunt was with him, but my hackles spiked as I saw the other piece of shit alongside.
“What the fuck’s he doin here?” I grunted.
“Jones is one of our lot now,” Trent said. “Offered you the gig first, remember?”
“No place for that piece of shit in your running, Trent,” Tyler scoffed. “He’s a fucking weasel. Good for nothin’.”
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I seethed. “Don’t give a fuck who you’re running with, you’re still a fucking cunt, Jones.”
“Ain’t got time for all this crap,” Trent snapped. “Where’s me money, lad?” I handed him over the notes, stomach sinking as I watched his expression turn sour. “And the rest? Where’s the fucking rest?”
“All I got,” I said. “I swear down. Been a slow week.”
“Heart fucking bleeds, lad. It really fucking does.”
“I’ll get you more,” I said. “Next week.”
“And what kind of message does that send, soft lad? Show up with half for the Stoneys, they don’t fucking care. Soft touches them lot.”
“Won’t be telling no one, Trent. Don’t talk, don’t grass.”
“Don’t matter, lad. Principle, like.” He gestured to Jones and the other big cunt, and I bared my fists as they headed in my direction. “It’s a shame you got such a pretty face, lad, shame to mess you up.” His laugh was hollow and full of pissing spite.
Adrenaline hit, pulse loud in my ears. I knew the smart move. Take a beating, shut my mouth, let them prove their point. Live to fight another fucking day. But I couldn’t do it.
“Not gonna make this easy,” I hissed. “Better be prepared for a scrap.”
“Gonna fucking enjoy this,” Tyler said.
I heard Casey’s growl, yelled at her to stay back, but I was out of time. Tyler lunged, missing me on the first swing, but coming back for seconds. I landed a decent smack to the side of his face before the other cunt grabbed my arms, and even then I managed to throw my head back, landing my skull on his nose. He cursed blue murder, staggering back as his blood poured. I laughed as he red misted, then jumped into action kicking and punching and flailing for all I was worth. Think I caused some damage before they got me cornered, they were breathing fucking ragged enough, anyway.
Casey was barking her head off, circling low to the ground. I ordered her away again but she wouldn’t listen. Case ain’t no small dog, but she weren’t bloody big enough to take a couple of arseholes like them.
Big cunt pulled me into an arm-lock, wrenching my wrists so hard I hissed out all my breath. Tyler waited until Trent gave the nod, and I watched his piggy eyes fill with joy as he landed his fist in my stomach. He didn’t have time to land another. I struggled for air at the sight of Casey hanging off Jones’ wrist. Her eyes were wild, growling low and dangerous as she clamped her teeth in his flesh. He bellowed in rage, kicking out at her, but she was too fast with her feet.
I heard Trent laughing. “Shake the fucking thing off, ya bloody idiot. It’s only a fucking collie.”
I lunged forward in spite of my predicament. “No, Casey, run!” I rasped. “Just fucking run!”
She didn’t run. Not even when Tyler cracked his fist down on her skull. She held firm as he tried to shake her, and he bellowed again as she adjusted her grip. “Get off me ya fucking shit!” Tyler boomed.
“Run, Casey!” I screamed. “Go!”
Tyler caught her good next time. She loosed her bite as she yelped, and stumbled around dazed. She came to her senses quick enough to dodge his next assault. Narrowly avoiding a boot in the ribs.
“Gonna fucking kill that fucking shit!” Jones screeched.
“Go, Casey!” I tried again, and this time she listened. Her eyes on mine broke my heart, she was so fucking sad. She weighed up going for Tyler again, I could tell, but I kicked out at her myself this time, just to get her to leave. “GO, CASEY! GO! FUCK OFF!”
Her tail was on the floor as she skulked away, shooting me a pitiful look. At least she was safe.
I breathed easy, thanking my lucky fucking stars she’d gone away.
Jones’ wrist was bleeding badly. “Better get that looked at,” I sneered. “It’s your wanking hand, ain’t it?”
“Don’t need no pissing wanking hand, Jackson. Got your mam’s dirty cunt to see me right.” He checked his fingers, clenching them easily. No major damage done, unfortunately. “Dog’s a fucking menace. Scotts should’a finished her.”
“Scotts got no business with her. You, neither.”
