A Long Night Cry 22-24

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Chapter 22

Parsons and Manmouth rose from their chairs and powered out of the conference room. Eli followed them to the men’s room, ignoring Benderson yelling out, “We’re not finished!”

He peeked his head through the door. Manmouth was pushed up against the latrine and Parsons had taken a seat in one of the stalls to do some post-meeting business.

Eli wasted no time. He walked up behind Manmouth, grabbed a fist full of hair and pulled him away from the wall.

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” Manmouth yelled, urine spraying the wall and his shoes.

“What’s going on,” Parsons shouted frantically from the stall.

Eli went to work smashing Manmouth’s face against the tile wall. His nose cracked, sounding like a tree branch being split over a knee. Blood sprayed the latrine like a busted water pipe.