Albert hit Tommy again.
And again.
Blood splattered across the wall, across Albert's knuckles, across the floor where three bodies already lay cooling. Tommy stopped fighting back after the fourth punch, just hung limp in Albert's grip, but Albert did not stop.
"Albert," I said.
He did not hear me. Or maybe he chose not to.
His fist connected with Tommy's ribs. Something cracked.
"Albert, that is enough."
"Enough?" He slammed Tommy against the wall. "This piece of s**t tried to murder you. Killed three good men. Betrayed both clubs. And you think that is enough?"
Tommy coughed blood. "Please..."
"You want mercy?" Albert's voice was ice and fury. "You gave Eva nightmares. Made her look over her shoulder. Put laser sights on her chest." Another punch. "Where was your mercy then?"
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