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“Shit!” he cries. “Help! Help!” he yells toward the ceiling.
“Yeah?” I grab him around the throat. “Kyla yell for help too? Your neighbors come running to check on her?”
His eyes bug and he shakes his head.
“No one helps? Or she’s a stronger person than you and doesn’t call for help?” I ask, punctuating the question with another punch to his face.
“I got money,” he gasps as he slides to the floor.
“And you’re livinghere?” Vapor asks with a snarky headshake.
“I don’t give a fuck about your money.”Punch. Punch.“I want you to understand how it feels when someone bigger and stronger kicks the shit out of you.” I slam my boot into his ribs, then pick him up and punch him a few more times.
Stan’s face is a broken mess of blood, spit, tears, and snot. Barely out of breath, I drop him to the floor and step back. “You gonna go near that girl again?” I ask.
“Nuh-nooo,” he moans.
I squat next to him and pat the top of his head. “Good boy. You learn quick.”
The metallic scent of blood and something more foul taints the air. I deliver a final kick to his other side, and he rolls himself into a ball.
“Don’t make me come back,” I warn. “I won’t be as friendly.”
I don’t bother telling him not to call the cops. I really don’t give a fuck if he does. My club will back me up.
I glance around, looking for something to wipe the blood off my gloves.
“Not bad.” Vapor hands me a greasy looking kitchen towel. I wipe the gloves down and drop the towel next to Stan.
“Didn’t even let me get a hit in,” Vapor says, staring down at the guy.
“Knock yourself out.” I wave my hand over Stan’s wheezing body.
“Well, now it’s no fun.” He prods Stan with the toe of his boot and the guy moans in misery.
“Sorry,” I say with absolutely no apology in my tone.
“He’ll live.” Vapor shrugs. “Maybe.”
“Too bad. World would be better off without him,” I grumble, turning toward the door.
“Got that right.” Vapor follows me outside.
Neither of us say a word as we walk back to our bikes. Once we reach them, I pull a folded-over envelope out of my pocket and hand it to Vapor.
He accepts it without checking inside. “Don’t feel like I did all that much.”
“You had my back,” I assure him. “That’s all I needed.”
He gives a thoughtful glance toward the brownstone. “He’s gonna be pissed when she gets home. What if he takes it out on her?”
“She’s staying at Willow’s apartment for now. Took most of her important shit with her yesterday.”
“All right.” He nods. “Sounds good.”
I hold out my hand and he slaps his palm against mine. Before he can get away, I yank him closer and slap his back. “Thanks, brother.”
“Any time.”
