The subsequent impact struck Luke squarely in the ribs sending him straight to one end of the alley, with the ease of throwing a sack of garbage.
He had exhaled something beyond the startled cry. He is still with his pants down to his knees. He tried to get up, kneeling, his back curved and his pulse trembling in his hands.
His eyes blazed with fury at the one who had lashed out at his person and who was now standing in front of Alexa, immobile and unshakable as he had always been in family squabbles.
"Santino…" With a wave of a hand, Luke readjusted his clothes. Standing up, he got ready to launch himself towards it with the ferocity of a deadly flash. "It's all your fault! ... YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!"
The fist stopped millimeters from Santino's left cheekbone. He had not dodged
