TWENTY THREE

TWENTY THREE

ANDRES

He looked like he had had enough but I was far from done with him. He dared to touch her, smile at her and then drug her right in front of me. The man, whosoever he is had to be taught a lesson and wasn’t it a good thing that I was in the lesson mood.

“Wake him” I commanded, cracking my knuckles slightly.

He had one eye swollen shut and his lips bust to bits but by the time I was done with him, he wouldn’t be breathing.

Cold water was splashed on the man’s face, reviving him immediately as he gasped for air, his one open eye landing on me with terror.

“Who sent you?” I asked again

It was the same question I had been asking again and again whilst ramming my fists into the sides of his head.

“I swear that I was sent by… no one… I was just messing… with the dulce nina” the man stuttered.

“Do not call her that!” I bellowed in rage, slamming my fist again into the side of his face.

I heard a satisfying pop signaling the exit of another tooth

“Pleasee… just kill me” the