Chapter 59 Corruption at Stormbreaker Bar

• "This little bastard is dead! I’m going to break all four of his limbs and make him beg for death!" Finley snarled, his voice dripping with venom.
• On the sofa, Finley was seething with rage as he pressed his swollen face against an ice pack. His injuries weren’t severe, but half his face had puffed up, and he had lost a few teeth.
• He had already called for an ambulance—and more importantly, he had called his father.