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of the junction. Good. No witnesses.
    Kenny maintained his position, feeling his connection with the ground. His certainty. He thought of Alexis and the bruise on her face. He thought of her need to have paid sex with him. Man, that was fucked up. He imagined his anger as a white ball of anger, he allowed it to spread and fill his muscles. He revelled in the feeling of the violence that was to come. He waited till the men stepped a little closer and then attacked.

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    Kenny’s motto was to get in quick, maximise the damage and then get back out again. The smaller brother – Mark – he pegged straight away as the big mouth, and the taller one as the real danger in the situation. Take him out and the other guy would be much more manageable.
    He jumped inside the guy’s range, just as he was about to launch a punch. It didn’t come anywhere near connecting. Kenny brought up his right leg, and stamped down with his foot on the other man’s knee. The joint moved in a direction knees were never intended to.
    The man fell down with a scream. He wouldn’t be getting back up again soon. Kenny turned to face his smaller brother, who was coming at him like a windmill. He was all about power and he expected that would always be enough for him to win any fight. He ’d clearly never come up against anyone like Kenny.
    He waited till the last moment, wheeled to the side. Mark lost his balance. He righted himself. Kenny kneed him in the gut. Breath exploded from the other man’s lungs. Kenny wheeled again and brought an elbow crashing on to the side of his face.
    Mark groaned. He stepped back. His expression was one of fear. He was breathing hard. He hadn’t expected this and Kenny looked like he had barely expended any effort.
    Kenny took another step closer. Mark looked round to see where his brother was. Kenny was between him, the cars and his brother. He turned and ran.
    ‘Aw, for fuck’s sake,’ Kenny exclaimed. ‘Come back,’ he shouted at Mark’s rapidly retreating back. ‘I was only getting warmed up.’
    He turned to the brother who was struggling to stand up. Kenny looked from him to the other one, who was still running. His anger left him as if flushed out with the brief spell of action. He ground his teeth at his own reaction. Shit. They were barely out of their teens. He should know better.
    ‘Maybe you shouldn’t stand on that,’ he said. ‘Might do it irreparable harm.’
    ‘I could still get you when I’m one-legged.’ The young man hopped up and down and held his fists out.
    Kenny laughed. ‘What’s your name?’
    ‘Is that so you can tell all your bum-chums who kicked your arse?’
    ‘You’ve got spirit, son,’ Kenny said and lunged forward as if to attack. His opponent tried to hop backwards and fell. He groaned with the pain.
    ‘See, if I wasn’t in so much pain, I ’d have you.’
    ‘What’s your name?’ Kenny repeated. He looked down at him sprawled on the ground, cradling his knee and his mouth contorted with pain.
    ‘Calum,’ was the reply as he moved into a sitting position. ‘And I could still kick your arse.’
    ‘One-legged? That would be a feat.’ Kenny laughed. ‘Oh, get it?’ He giggled, his laughter fed by the adrenalin that was still feeding his system. ‘A feat? One-legged?’ He laughed some more. Forced himself to calm down and joined Calum on the ground.
    Calum flinched as if expecting another blow.
    ‘Nah, you’re awright, mate,’ said Kenny. ‘The moment has passed.’ He looked down at Calum’s leg.
    ‘How’s the knee?’
    ‘Fucking agony. Don’t know if I can stand on it.’ He made a face as he tried to flex the whole limb. ‘Aaaah,’ he groaned. ‘Can’t move it.’
    ‘Shit, man,’ said Kenny. ‘You’re going to have to get that seen to, Calum. And soon. We’re talking ligament damage.’
    ‘You for real?’ Calum squinted over at him.
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘You face up to a road-rage merchant. Near break my leg... and now you’re