Michael was grinning as Mr. Boyd stepped further inside, his boots thudding heavily against the floor. He thought Mr. Boyd was here to deal with Alex.
Instead, Mr. Boyd stopped right in front of him.
Just then.
smack!
He kicked Michael hard in the face, making his already messed-up face even messier.
“Ahhhh!” Michael screamed in pain. “What the hell are you doing?! It’s me. Michael! You know, me. You know my father! You two are best friends! You’re supposed to be beating that t**t and psychopath, not me!”
Smack!
Mr. Boyd landed another brutal kick to his nose, sending fresh blood gushing out.
“Oh, f*ck, I’m going to die today! What the hell is happening? Why are you beating me? I will inform the God of War—Marshall!” he cried desperately.
Mr. Boyd roared, “Do you even know what y
