“-No, no, no- fuck!” Samuel yelled as he looked at the man in front of him. His hand falling back and slapping across his face quickly. The guy just sort of shuttered, head falling limp to the side. His hair a mess as he bleed from a broken lip and missing tooth. One which Sam had just ripped out of his face moments ago. “This guy is weaker than grandma’s coffee.” He hissed before standing up straight. “He makes it look like espresso. You hear that? My grandmothers piss is stronger!” Sam yelled in the passed out man’s face before turning to look at Liam. He crossed his arms over his chest and grumbled out a few more curse words as he made his way closer to his older brother and away from the tied down man. They where in the O’Shea basement with some ex-fucker who decided to jump ship at the last party. Sam had been hoping to get something out of him about the up coming ‘music festival’. Which had trap written all over it. So he’d tied the guy up to a chair and got to ripping and cutting.
Approaching Liam now, Sam shrugged. “Apparently it’s nap time for the baby.” He looked away from the other man and grabbed a cloth off the wall. Wiping his hands of blood. “What can I do for you chief?”
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