The thought of smashing Alexander, grinding that pathetic nobody into the ground, thrilled him. It was worth celebrating with an all-night party to vent the frustrations he’d bottled up.
The repeated humiliations at Alexander’s hands had haunted Tommy to the point where he dreamt of crushing him beneath his feet.
“Don’t worry.” Barton said confidently: “I’ll make sure he’s so broken he can’t even crawl. After tonight, he’ll be stuck on the ground like a dead dog.”
Barton saw Alexander as nothing more than a petty thug, at most someone who’d dabbled in some backyard martial arts.
Tommy led Barton’s group to the door of Eleanor’s office and whispered: “Barton, this is the place. I can’t show my face. I’ll wait in the office next door.”
After speaking, Tommy ducked away, leaving Barton t
