The screen went black and I tipped my head back and let out a yell. Those fuckers. I didn't care who it was or why they did it. They threatened my woman. My baby. For much less I would have killed them. Now? Now I would draw out their deaths until the streets ran red.
Security guards rushed the room, guns drawn. I'm not sure who dealt with them, but someone talked them down and back out. A hand slapped over my mouth.
"Get your shit together," Foster said.
I punched him in the belly. "Don't ever tell me what to do. They threatened Jessa. Our baby."
Foster bent in half with a hard whoosh of air. "And they stole mine and gang raped her." With a hand on his belly, he straightened back up. "I win that one. Not only that, I'm stuck here trying to clean up an even bigger mess." He didn't throw any physical punches, but the verbal one struck quick and fast.