THUD!
Jack Wainright’s body hit the opposite wall with the force of a wrecking ball. He slid down the expensive wallpaper, leaving a smear of sweat and hair gel, before landing in a heap on the floor.
"AAAAHHH!"
A second scream ripped from his throat. As he landed, his hands instinctively tried to break his fall, slamming directly into the pile of shattered glass from the coffee table Black Tiger had destroyed. Shards of crystal and bottle glass embedded themselves deep into his palms.
"Big Cat! Call them! Call everyone!" Jack shrieked at the remaining standing henchman, his voice cracking with pain and rage. He held up his bleeding, glass-studded hands. "Get everyone in here now!"
Big Cat scrambled for his phone, dialing frantically.
Three minutes later, the double doors burst open
