A Texas Man

Billie Bob Taylor 

I paddled back to the house with vengeance and a thirst for blood. I could see Vitor in front of me which relieved my anxiety just a bit. If he could talk about Benedito like that whilst he was not around, the universe knew what he could say about me when I was not there. 

We entered the garage just a few seconds apart. I took off my helmet and placed it on the handle of the bicycle. Just before I could enter the house Vitor gripped my wrist and pulled me back. I yanked my arm out of his hold and pushed him back so his back hit his Audi. 

"Never lay your hand on me ol'son. You might just lose it," I lowly snarled which made him chuckle. 

"Are you upset Billie Bob? I'm just trying to help you," he ran his fingers through his short hair.