"Nobody's above dying," PP fired again Lt. Vinsetta wounded him in the arm a second time. Gotta get help, Brice thought entering the typing class. His teeth snapped tight together when Jason kicked his foot into his side.
"Where's the book," Jason said, adding punches. "The receipts are nothing without-"
Brice grasped his foot, shoving it back. Jason hit the desk behind him toppling a typewriter then he counterattacked by throwing it.
"You destroy everything," Brice said, allowing it to crash into a window. . "Wilma and the other girls you have prostituted."
"This all happen before I got here,"Jason said lifting the typing chair above his head. "I was recruited to run this in the schools."
"Liar," Brice said rushing him. "Let's get this over with." Brice tightened his body up anticipating the chair. He came closer to the typing class supply closet. Jason threw the chair. At the last moment, he hid on the side of it as the chair puncture the door. Charging after Jason, he slammed two fists into his head back to back. Jason failed backwards.
"You made Wilma no good," Brice said cocking his hand to hit him. Jason caught his fist.
"I loved her and tried to keep her with my crew. When I couldn't get her out the company, she slept with Valerian."
"He didn't either." Brice loosened his fist. "You're both scum."
"Valerian fathered Ayesha," Jason pushed him off.
Yuck. Brice rollover. He jumped to his feet, knocking desks and typewriters on top of Jason. "You're finished and your cronies. The book is in DA Vaal's hands.
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