6th February 2015
Tony started.
“You what?”
“Why,” Ali repeated slowly, “did you try to murder my boyfriend?”
Tony curled his lip. “If I wanted to murder him, he’d be dead.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ali threw up his hands. “I’m sorry, I’ll rephrase that. Why did you—” His voice caught. “Why did you hit him with a crowbar so hard that half his skull needed replacing, he had speech and balance problems for nearly nine months, and they had to delay his chemotherapy treatment for six months? He nearly died because of you, so why?”
Tony snorted. “Like I said. If I’d wanted to kill him, he’d have died.”
“So what did you mean to do?” Ali snapped. He was standing at the foot of the bed and had no intention of sitting down.
Tony’s face darkened. “I meant to get rid of him,” he snapped. “Darkie like
