Without restraint, bobby lashed out at the man in front of him outside his mother's house on a snow-ridden Detroit street. If it wasn't for Angel coming out of the house to hold him back, Bobby would've killed him.
"Don't you dare say anything about my mother again, or I'll fucking kill you!" He screamed angrily, pointing at the man smirking at him.
"Bobby, Bobby, calm down, man." Angel struggled to keep hold of a thrashing Bobby. "You better move homeboy." He looked concernedly at the young man.
He took a few steps back as the others walked casually out of the house.
"Oooh, I'm terrified." He tormented, eyes widening.
"Who's this funny fucker?" jack chuckled, puffing on his cigarette, nodding at the man.
"Some fucker I'm gonna fucking kill!" Bobby almost broke free when Jerry stepped in to help restrain him, as Jack, whirling a crowbar in his free hand, approached Bobby's enemy, looking like he was gonna kill him.
He cowered below Jack's height, in the shadow of a leather jacket, dark blue skull sweater and black jeans.
As soon as Jack lifted the crowbar to rest on his shoulder, the man seemed to shrivel beneath him, before running away.
"And don't you ever come near me again!" Bobby screamed at the top of his lungs, making sure the man half way down the street heard him.
Whoever was wiling to challenge any of the Mercer's, they were either completely insane, or didn't value their life, or both.