C122 The Last Straw.

“You piece of shit!” Dontrell’s voice was raw and deadly.

A roar ripped from him as he launched a blow, then another, his fists colliding with Clayton’s face. Blood smeared his knuckles, but Clayton didn’t fight back. He just laughed maniacally, even as blood dripped from his mouth.

Dontrell’s final punch cracked against Clayton’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. Still