She Came With A Fake Gun

Melvin only watched. The situation was in Joey's hands; Melvin wanted no part of it. He had no desire for revenge on the hapless, sobbing woman in front of him. He just wanted to be done with her. The only thing he felt now was pity.

"What we need to do is humiliate her. Make her remember that my buddy, Melvin here, was, is and always will be too good for the likes of her. We need to make her feel the same way Melvin felt when she ditched him for some kid," Joey said, a twisted smile forming on his lips. Melvin's raised his eyebrows.

"Bridget told me the whole story. Told me what a fucking bitch your ex wife was, and here she came tonight with a fake gun to prove it." Dangerfield turned to Abigail who looked at him like a scolded child through the stringy clumps of hair matted to her face. "Only you didn't know it was fake, did you? Stupid cunt," Joey said.

Melvin didn't like the steely, cold tone of voice Joey used with her. It sounded somehow... dangerous.

"I know what'll we should do. To put this cunt in her place," the shorter large man said from his position in the shadows. All Melvin could make out of his face was two glowing eyes and a set of pearly white teeth spread in a wide grin.

"What's that?" the taller man asked.

The shorter large man explained what he had in mind, and when he finished, their silence hung thick in the air.