To Hold Back and Not to Hold Back 2
The taxi screeched to a halt outside an old building Jason knew well. Hello then, Grayson Apartments…He went up the stairs a bit and then knocked on one of the doors, his patience wearing thin as he cracked his knuckles, he might have to do something pretty rough to the people in that room.
Inside the room, Marcus sat nursing his bruising ego, glancing at his "subordinates" who had been acting shifty and weird recently. Ever since that day when they had seen him getting beat up by Jason, that day when they had watched him as he suffered right in front of them, that day when Jason had "put him in his place", the gang had been drifting apart.
The others no longer followed Marcus's orders without question. He knew this now and it started a week ago when one of them dared to talk back to him, asking him why he was the one who had to do something and why Marcus was not the one who fetched food.