Black Hamilton POV
“s**t!”
I bring a hand to my mouth that drips blood. The taste of iron invades my whole mouth and I spit on the floor in the living room of my house.
The thugs have climbed me to the floor and thrown me like I'm a sack of potatoes, those f*****g sons of bitches.
I turn around, trying to crawl back on my own elbows as I look for something to help me defend myself.
One of them, the one who seems to command the others, crouches in front of me and holds my hair, pulling my head back.
“On Monday your time's up, you piece of shit.”
I look him in the eye with a hatred as great as I've ever looked at anyone before. And I spit in his face.
One of them approaches to give me a blow, however the commander raises a hand and moves away from me. He tells him to stop and pulls a
