“Was I talking to you, cunt?” With a hard shove at the door, Paul pushed Johnny farther into the room and followed him in until he stood toe to toe with Rachel. “You losers are all the same. Sticking up for your queer heroes like they’re something to be proud of. Like the world wouldn’t be better off if they’d just keep their dicks in their pants. Or better yet, cut—”
“That’s enough!” Johnny barked. “Apologize to her right now, and maybe you’ll get off with just losing your job, asshole.”
Paul’s eyes were absolutely glacial. “I don’t think so.”
His arm whipped out as he backhanded Rachel across her cut jaw. She cried out, but as she went down, her head hit the handle on the closet. She ended in a silent heap on the floor.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Johnny shouted.