"Did you have to hit him so hard?" Tony scolded as he pulled into his driveway.
"I didn't ask the motherfucker to make snide remarks about my scar." Rodrigo defended glaring at Tony.
"Now you get to write an apology letter or get suspended."
"I prefer suspension. The asshole wanted my fist on his face so I satisfied his desires." He retorted, pushing the car door open and climbing out.
"Oh come on. Stop being sarcastic would you?"
"Yeah, yeah. Some f**k ups don't understand the simple phrase 'mind your God damn business.'" Rodrigo shook his head.
"Maybe you could act a bit serene, a but calm, not like a punk ready to smash all jaws."
"I might if I didn't have a patch over my eyes." Rodrigo half yelled walking inside the house.
Tony clench and unclench his fist. "When did I
