"Weren't you talking big just a second ago?"
Reid Troy, still oblivious to the minefield he was tap-dancing through, kept running his mouth.
"If I don't put you in the ground today, my name isn't Troy!"
The words barely left his lips before a sharp c***k split the air.
One second Reid was puffing up his chest. The next, Max Troy backhanded him clean off his feet.
Reid hit the floor seeing stars, spitting another mouthful of blood and broken teeth.
"Bro... did you hit the wrong guy?"
"I hit exactly who I meant to hit, you animal!"
Max spat on the ground and closed the distance, raining punches and kicks on his brother like he meant to beat the life out of him. Of all the people in the world to provoke, this i***t had to go and provoke that god of death. Did he think his older brothe
