The Boxer

Anger rose within Marcus like the turn of the tide. "Fool, who are you to give me business lessons huh?"

"Looks like you needed the lesson. You failed to reach budget in three years didn't you? You were at the brink of running my father's company to the ground." Barry guffawed.

"Motherfucker," Marcus groaned, and looked at David's men, "kill him."

One of the men took out a pistol in the middle of the surbuban tar-road.

"No guns, fool," said David as he glanced around them. "You want a bunch of witnesses to point us out when you kill him. No guns, kick his ass."

Four of the men walked towards Barry.

"Whoaa!" Barry raised his hands for a stop gesture, "what's with the violence?"

The men stopped and glanced at each other.

"You guys been to the lock-up?" Barry Asked with an intimidating gaze. "Do you think you can hang with a convict?"