Alright, with that happy notion, let's go meet my guys now. I threw the wooden club to the side, walking toward the meeting spot I was given.
"Haha, I broke that pig's face, I don't think his mom is going to recognize him when she sees him in the hospital," A loud laugh reached my ears. It came from the spot marked on my phone's map.
I quickly settled behind a wall in the shadows and peeked. The place was abandoned, with only a few closed stores in bad shape and some broken walls that used to be other stores or businesses.
The chat came from a few guys seated in disarray on a fast-food restaurant's chairs. The restaurant was closed, but they kept the chairs outside for some reason. Perhaps specifically for these men.
The metal bat in my hand trembled as I tried to find the conviction to meet them. It wasn't the fear of being hurt that overcame me this time, but the fear of hurting others.
