The taunt was delivered with the precision of a blade. Derek's face twisted in indignation, but his words caught in his throat. Ross didn't give him time to respond.
His gaze shifted to Brandon, who didn't wait for a single word of instruction. He didn't need one. The unspoken bond between master and subordinate was clear: it was time to teach Derek a lesson.
Brandon moved with a predator's grace, his heavy boots thudding ominously against the concrete floor. Derek's bravado crumbled as fear flashed in his eyes, but before he could retreat, it was too late.
Bang!
The first punch landed with a sickening thud, sending Derek sprawling.
"Wait! Please, we can talk about this!" Derek begged, his earlier arrogance replaced with desperation. But Brandon did not listen to his words at all. He instead gifted him with another heavy gift.
Bang!
Another blow cut him off, his plea drowned out by the crack of bone and the dull echo in the room.
