“Ah shit, man,” I add. “No, sorry, you’re not good at all.” I place the plastic bag on his head and pull until I’m sure it’s taut against his face. He thrashes around, and I can’t help a huge smile from spreading on my face. “Snitches get stitches. And men who touch my girl get a bag on their fucking head,” I growl, pulling harder. I keep hold of him until his body slacks. When I let go, I look back at Elliot and Ethan, proud of myself. “Alright. All done.”
