Page 261 of Sticks and Stones
Gene stared down at him.
“Hey, Renegade,” Gene said. “Remember me? Your old buddy Mace? Remember Tala?”
Ethan waved.
“Hey, asshole.”
The man growled.
“I knew you were off,” he said. “When you wouldn’t share his half-breed ass, I knew. You are a fucking cop!”
Oof.
That was the wrong thing to say.
The second he uttered‘half-breed’that pushed Gene over the edge, and Ethan didn’t even try to stop him.
Honestly, those punches were just an excuse. They were all for Corbin and none of Ethan’s ethnicity, and he knew it.
As he watched, Gene beat the hell out of him, making him bleed.
And Ethan let him.
Why?
They weren’t there in the capacity of FBI agents.
As soon as Gabe let them off the leash, it was anything goes.
And this was…anything.
Besides, it had been a rough day for them, and honestly, Mario Turner, AKA Renegade, had this coming.
When Gene was finished dinging up the man’s face with his fists, he stared into his eyes.
“So, scumbag. That cop you hurt…he lived, and guess what? He’s our friend. You picked the worst possible cop to hurt because now, we’re here to take care of business!”
The man spit out blood.
Oh, and he tried to be defiant.
Someone wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, now was he? Gene was seething mad, and to poke him…
Stupid.
“So the fuck what? He had a nice ass. We had fun with him. Do you know he cried and begged? He was a pussy. When we branded him twice, he passed out, but we wouldn’t let him rest.”
Someone had a death wish.
Gene punched him again and again, and the whole time, Renegade laughed, egging him on.
There was no doubt in Ethan’s mind that he was on something. He told the person on the phone he was going to get lit, but Ethan was pretty sure he already was.
He wasn’t feeling pain.
Gene was a big dude, and he wasn’t pulling those punches.
In fact, he was bloodying up his knuckles with how hard Renegade’s head was.
