“Hel… Ouff..!” I was punched in the stomach again.

“Why are you doing this?” I doubled over against my attacker, coughing and sputtering.

He scoffed and sneered, ”If it wasn’t for you and your self-righteous father, we wouldn’t have lost so many of our guys that night.”

His hot breath stank of tobacco and alcohol as it fell over my face. I held my nose to keep from gagging.

“You filthy criminal,” I spat back at him, feeling a ...