“Good.” Wappp! Kreon cracked him upside the head with the butt of that blue steel and he grabbed the side of his bleeding head, squeezing his left eyelid shut so blood wouldn’t get into it.
“Gaaah, f**k!” Carlos gritted, slowly getting out of the car in time to see Kreon cranking up his Pontiac and pulling off. He chased after the car while holding his oozing head, hurling insults and threats. “You’re dead, you hear me, asshole? You are so f*****g dead!” He jabbed the air with a crooked finger, as spittle flew from off his lips. When he got tired of chasing behind the Pontiac, he stood in the middle of the street, watching its back lights.
“This is far from over, b***h!” he spat on the ground and continued to watch the back of Kreon’s ride, until it had disappeared into the night.
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