“Now get up, Posh boy.” James said meanly, his aggressive jaw twisting.
The DJ stopped the music and the room went still, with all eyes on them.
“Please, let me go.” Mike pleaded, removed some dollar bills from his pocket. “This is one thousand. Peace.”
James laughed and then stopped. He collected the money, put it in his pocket and offered his hand to Mike.
Mike gave him his hand, James pulled him up and suddenly punched him. Mike hit his head on eh wall again.
Some girls began to cry.
“Please stop it, James.” Kelan pleaded. “He will leave.”
“Shut up, Kelan!” Kyle snarled. “You were given the chance to ask him to leave but you did not. It is too late.’
James laughed.
‘Posh boy thinks he can rule me with his money. He thinks we are paupers. He forgets that only the kids of the ric
