You hit the wall with a thud and your head fell low, your knee was bent and you couldn’t help but cough up some blood. It was all useless and you were just being brutalized at this point. Attempting to tame the rabid dog of the Port Mafia wasn’t going too well.

A foot hit you right in the shoulder and stayed there as he glared down at you, you knew it was more then likely the end of the line for you now. He leaned forwards, still stepping on you when he grabbed your hair roughly.