Joey continued to hurriedly stack whatever heavy furniture he could find in front of the door in a frenzied panic. Dawson and JJ could still be heard screaming and thumping, only able to warp the door slightly on each attempt at ramming it open.
Max hauled himself to his feet, his head spinning and his stomach clenching with nausea.
"Give up, Joey," Max sighed. "Your men are dead, there's no way out of this."
Joey finished shoving a second bookcase against the now splintering door, before turning to Max, showing the first glimpses of desperation.
"I have more men! They'll have heard the commotion! Just you wait," he spat manically.
Max cried out in frustration, "Joey! It's over! You lost! Just move aside and let me get to my friends."
Joey's eyes narrowed as soon as Max dare to menti
