Zip! Something ripped into Connor’s leg. He staggered back and leaned on one of his goons to stay upright. Howling in pain, he picked at the object lodged in his thigh. Surprisingly, it was a paper plane.
“What the-? How the-?” Connor stammered in confusion. How could a simple paper plane injure him? What was going on?
”Boss! That guy threw the paper thing at you!” one of his goons snapped, pointing toward the building entrance.
Connor raised his eyes to see Tyler Grant smirking from a distance. “I told you it wasn’t over, Conny. I would have eventually come for you. But it seems you want to expedite your death!”
“You!” Connor fired back. “You hurt me last night and stole my girl! Now you will pay for it with your life!”
Tyler laughed aloud. “Your girl? Do you think women can remotely like an ugly creep like you? Even a berserk chimp wouldn’t throw its shit on your face!”