She is nearly unconscious, bleeding, and her face is already starting to swell. She stumbles as she tries to run for the door, but I deliver a kick to her abdomen that sends her stumbling back and right through the glass window. Oh well, that works well enough I suppose. I take off my gloves and put them in my jacket pocket. I opened the door to head outside while I fixed my hair that she made messy. I hate the way women always go for the hair.
Now I have a headache, and I really hate those, but I am also feeling very hungry and craving a burger. And dad just offered to take me, so I am not saying no to that. The guys can deal with what's left of Donatella. I have punished her enough. "Help them dispose of the girl." Dad tells two of the men waiting at the cars, and they nod and walk up
