"Why aren't you talking? Are you panicking?"
Scarface sneered, mistaking Jack Brooks' silence for fear. He stepped closer, emboldened by the presence of his master and the army of thugs behind him. The pain in his gut from the bridge incident was forgotten, replaced by a surge of adrenaline and vengeance.
"You were talking pretty big a minute ago, weren't you?" Scarface spat. "Try acting tough now! Let's see if your mouth is still harder than my steel pipe!"
"You dog thing... kneel down for Daddy!"
Scarface roared, raising a heavy iron rod high above his head. He swung it down with all his might, aiming directly for Jack's kneecaps. He intended to shatter them, to make this arrogant brat crawl for the rest of his miserable life.
Claire Lynch flinched, instinctively closing her eyes, b
