"You really think pulling this stunt will throw off my system and stop me from finding your brother, huh? You little piece of—!" The old man cursed, his boot slamming into Dan’s side again and again.
Dan groaned, his body convulsing with each impact as the steel-toed boot crashed into his gut. He couldn't fight back, not because he didn’t want to, but because he literally couldn’t. He’d already taken a brutal beating to the face, several strikes to his stomach, and now, his ribs were getting the worst of it. The kicks just kept coming.
Even after thrashing Dan like a rag doll, the old man wasn’t satisfied, his anger still needed an outlet. He crouched down, rummaging through Dan’s pockets until he pulled out the phone, the same one Killian had handed him not too long ago.
"So this worth
