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The sound of bone against flesh reverbrated against the walls of the warehouse as Martin let his fist cut across Robby's cheek. Blood flew from the fresh wound onto the concrete floor in small droplets.
"Where the fuck's the money" asked Martin, rubbing his sore hand.
"What money" countered Robby, wincing at the pain of speaking.
Another sickening thud as Robby's teeth loosened from another right hand to his jaw. His face burned with pain as the dull ache in his ribs began to flare up at his labored breath. The single bulb hanging above them in the warehouse illuminated a small circle on the floor, displaying proudly the blood that had been shed over the past few hours as if it were a masterpiece. His eyes caught the bright yellow gleam on on the blood before his vision was rocked in the opposite direction as a left hook crushed against his temple.
"Tell me where you put the fucking money!"
Robby spat out a wad of phlegm and blood towards Martin. The green-red combination clung to Martin's blue tie, sullying the fine silk tie that swayed on top of the guido's muscles. Robby shook the concussed feeling from his head and tried to focus his eyes on his assailant.
"This is a bit cliched, is it not?"
Reality began to unwind.
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