"So he can go home and comfort his girlfriend in peace?" Reynard says through gritted teeth. "No, thank you."
I punch him in the stomach, making him howl. I do it again. And again. My hatred of him is fueling the punches now, I have no conscious control left.
And I don't stop until my men drag me away.
"He's passed out," Pierre says. "Can't tell you anything now."
And I fight them so I can hit Reynard some more, but they're holding me too tightly.
"Leave him like this," I say when I finally settle down. "There's more for him when he wakes up."
"He could be dead already," Pierre muses, and pauses as he checks Reynard's neck for a pulse. "But he isn't."
"Just don't take him down," I repeat myself, shake off the guys holding me and stride out.
I need to be with Nicole right now, becau
