81. It's my birthday

Tommy wailed like a street cat as Damien broke his fourth finger.

"Stop crying like a little bitch. I thought you were a cop. Aren't they supposed to be tough motherfuckers?" Damien said irritably. If he had to keep listening to Tommy's screaming, eventually, he'd become deaf.

"Let me go, asshole. I told you I didn't do anything wrong. So what if I smacked her around a little? I was just disciplining her because I was too afraid to lose her," Tommy said. He could barely talk as he was gasping for breath.

Damien grabbed the back of Tommy's head then slammed his face on the table in front of him. Tommy started coughing out blood. After he was done, he stared at the table with a horrified expression as two of his front teeth were now rested comfortably on top of it.

"Wha...what did you do?" he managed to say between choking and coughing.

"Looks like I rearranged your teeth a bit. But back to business. I don't appreciate you acting like it was oka