Getting his way

Chapter 7

Chris shot up, a smile on his lips. Must mean Kate's home. As he walked out to greet, her, already yelling "Hi babe!", he instead found the guy from earlier. Milk guy. And he brought friends. The lens, helpfully, told him their names and felonies, but he'd rather call him milk guy with the milk gang than their lawfully given names.

He shot a quick look over each of them, trying to get used to the vertigo the lens brought along. They probably hadn't come by to wipe his windshield. "Oh, you took a couple mates along to clean off my car? Well, it's all water under the bridge, Michael." Michael didn't exactly seem amused at his remark, though. "You fucker. I came by to give you the wiping down you so clearly deserved." Chris cracked his neck. "Oh, you're really gonna ruin a naked guys date?" They were going to try.

Now, contrary to what they show in movies, in real life one versus many fights people aren't so courteous to "wait their turn" for one guy to get beat down before another marches in to try their luck. In real life, they all rush the single guy they're trying to take down, even if he has his d**k out. How rude is that?

Fortunately for Chris, he still had some advantages. He knew the layout of their living room; he knew where he had hidden the guns (though they were his very last resort) and he had free mobility, unhindered by any clothes.

Luckily, these guys weren't exactly the best fighters in the world. They looked hard enough, but Chris was harder. One thrown into another sent them both down for the count, and Michael soon stood alone, figuratively whimpering and literally lying in his own piss-soaked pants as Chris straddled him. "Now, I'm not going to make this long. If you'll just play nice, then I'll let you and your pals go." He took a quick glance at the others, one was knocked unconscious and another's leg was bent in an uncomfortable angle.

He clicked his tongue as he grabbed milk guys wrist, then looked cooly down on him. He'd tried to throw a punch, but Chris had felt the shift in his body. "That's not my definition of playing nice." He looked absolutely indifferent as he took his other hand and quickly broke his wrist, leaving milk guy howling in pain.

"Shut up, or I'll break every single bone in your body." That seemed to get milk guy to calm down a little. "Now un-shut up. I need you to answer some questions." Chris pulled him up by his chest, off the floor, and placed him in one of the lounge chairs. "See? That would've been way more painful if you'd resisted." Chris sent him a cool smile as milk guy regretted his actions more and more. "Now, first and foremost - how did you find me?"

Milk guy clearly didn't want to talk, but a couple of broken fingers really helped that along as he just explained that they'd looked for his car. Chris clicked his tongue. Of course, stupid of him. "Mhm. Now, how did you get out of detention this soon? You'd usually be kept for quite a while, wouldn't you?" Milk guy looked surprised, but managed to croak out a "stop!" before Chris got to any more bone breakin'. "I just... I have a few friends in high places." he answered as he squirmed. Chris took a quick glance over the guys - luckily, none of them had really started moving yet. But no use being incautious. He raised his voice slightly. Not too much, though. Living room wasn't that big anyway.

"If any of you motherfuckers even think about moving.." he said, as he pressed on one of milk guys' broken fingers, which again made him howl in pain. "Y'understand?" The two that were still conscious nodded viciously. "Good." he said, a smile playing on his face once again as he turned to Michael. "Now, where were we - ah yes, your friends. What friends, and what exactly do they do?" He smiled slightly wider as he was told. "Good, good, Michael. Now, that wasn't so f*****g hard was it?" His voice had turned sweet as poisoned sugar.

As he was still contemplating what to do with the scumbags, he suddenly got an alert that the front door had been opened. If this is another one of those pieces of s**t-- "Babe! I'm home!" He heard a loud gasp behind him as Kate saw the c*****e on their living room, him at the center with his hands on another mans, butt naked.

 [MKTN1]Kapitel 7