Chapter 55: How about I kowtow to you?

"You-wipe it off. Now. Or else…" Pierce Jackson looked over the car. A glob of thick, green phlegm sat on the hood, vile as pond scum. Rage surged up from his gut, and his fist tightened before he knew it. He didn't care about the car itself. He cared that it was the first gift he had given his girlfriend, Nancy Green. Now it was dirty, and he meant to scrub the filth off. "Motherf-er, beat it, or I'll-" Smack! Gerald had his hand raised, jabbing a finger at Pierce, filth spilling from his...