“Fractured nose, hip, elbow and ribs, you did a real numba on that delicate flower of a wife of yours, son. The sight of her made me sick, but you know what made me sicker? Knowin’ a sack of s**t like you wouldn’t be gettin’ his just due.” he pulled out a set of folded photos from his back pocket and tossed them at Patrick’s feet. They were all up close photographs of Caroline’s bruised and battered face and other parts of her body. Her left eye was swollen shut and her nose was twice its size from the beaten her husband had given her. “Take a good look, it’s your handiwork.”
Patrick looked down at the photos and didn’t feel a mothafucking thing. As far as he was concerned, if his wife would have done what he had told her then she wouldn’t be all knotted up and s**t.
“f**k that b***h!” P
