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don’t take your hand off my arm, Angelo, I’m going to rip it from its’ socket.”
    He started to laugh and the sound drew the attention of the other guys gathered in the doorway.
    “You think I’m Angelo?”
    He laughed harder and I could feel the anger beginning to boil in my veins. He was destroying my opportunity, wasting precious seconds of my time. Time I needed to gather as much information as I could.
    “Angelo?” He called out to someone standing just outside my line of sight. “This the cop your boss told you to look out for? Something Crantree wasn’t it?”
    The first prickling of fear crawled down my spine. It was a set up, and I had walked straight into it. Such a rookie mistake. Angelo moved out from his spot behind a pillar. And when I saw him I felt myself doing a double take. The guy was huge, he wasn’t someone I would forget in a hurry, yet I didn’t recognise him at all. He had to be someone new to Christopher’s guard.
    One side of Angelo’s face was completely destroyed, with scars. The eye was still there but I had a feeling from looking at the way it seemed to be slightly out of focus, that he didn’t see all that well through it.
    He came towards me, more like a moving mountain than a man. Fear knotted in my gut, one blow from his fist was liable to take my head clean off.
    “This is the cop ain’t it?” Leather jacket tried to shake my arm in Angelo’s direction. I jerked myself free of his grip but he just smiled at me. He was behaving as though the entire situation was one big joke. And maybe to them it was. Christopher enjoyed violence, pain and torture, it made sense that he surrounded himself with men who felt the same way.
    “Didn’t you learn your lesson? St James made it clear, he doesn’t like those who meddle in his affairs. What else do you have to lose before you learn better?”
    Angelo reached out towards me as he spoke. I couldn’t let him get his hands on me. His size would make him slower but if he got his a hold of me, then I would be finished. He would easily beat me to a bloody mess and I didn’t need more broken bones slowing me down.
    I dodged out of his grip and as soon as I did leather jacket moved in to help him. I landed the first blow on him easily enough. But there was more of them and I couldn’t fight every one of them. The group of men closed in around me, I lashed out, doing my best to keep moving. If I could keep moving then I stood a chance of escape.
    The sharp blow to the back of my head momentarily stunned me. The room exploded in a mess of red and white lights and I felt the tell tale trickle of warm blood down the back of my neck. I was officially screwed.
    Strong arms held me, and it instantly reminded me of being back at the station. Except the other cops had been holding me back from Arnolds. These guys were holding me down so Angelo could go to town on me.
    The first punch landed on my ribs, they’d been broken after Christopher’s last lesson and I felt some of them give under the force of the blow. They weren’t fully healed, and even if they had been, with the power Angelo had coming behind him, they wouldn’t have held.
    The air left my body in one choking gasp. Pain radiated through my body and it was a struggle not to throw up on Angelo’s shoes. But that was likely to just piss him off more and it was the last thing I needed.
    His next blow landed on the side of my head. My brain felt like the ball in a pin-ball machine, ricocheting back and forth inside my skull. I’d heard but never fully understood the expression about having your bell rung, and now I understood it completely. He drew back to land the next blow, it was like watching it in slow motion. If I passed out who knew what they’d do to me? But I wouldn’t stay conscious for many more of Angelo’s direct blows.
    Shouts followed by the sounds of broken glass drew Angelo’s attention. I was released, as men jostled and started to fight with one another.