Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray's fist brushed past Corley's cheekbone with a dull thud.

As Murray raised his fist for a second blow, Corley grabbed his collar, yanked hard, and nearly knocked him down.

Corley took the opportunity to step back and create some distance.

"Damn," he muttered, touching the sore spot on his cheekbone.

"Murray, have you lost your mind?!"

"You're asking for it!"

Corley smirked, seeing Murray grinding his teeth in rage. Understanding the cause, his smirk widened even more. "Saw everything, did you?" Murray raised his fist again, his eyes bloodshot with anger.

"What? Can't handle it? You know, scenes like this will happen over and over, even bigger than this. What's your plan? Hit me every time you see me?"

"But what's the point? Does hitting me stop anything from happening?"

Murray's chest heaved with suppressed rage. If looks could kill, Corley would have been dead a thousand times over.

Suddenly calming down, Murray asked, "So, Roseanne agreed to be with you?"

Corley's smile faltered.

hasn't. You couldn't win her over back then;

You're just skirting around, Corley. What's there for you to boast about? Happy with someone else's leftovers? Can't afford anything new,

"Am I wrong?"

this-don't insult a woman who devoted six years of her youth and all her love and care

hold on, a cold smirk appearing on his lips. "Admit it, you're just jealous. Jealous

of a loser who couldn't

straight at him,

sorry for her, Toved a piece of trash

you."

he punched Murray right

punch, was for

"And this one, is me returning the favor." "Murray, you're asking for

He swung back, and under the dim streetlight, in the secluded alley, two men in suits traded blows, fists

cheeks, all bore marks of

Until-

knew

"They're going to kill each other at this

man in each

"Murray, Corley, cool

"I'll kill him