Jim cursed at the three other older men constantly kicking and punching him, not even giving hima chance to breath.
Then they finally stopped hitting him for a moment, only to grab his hair and twist his head backwards painfully, making look up at the one holding him. "Where's our money?" he spat in hs face, glaring threatningly down at the young boy.
Jim tried to roll his eyes. "I don't own you giys shit," he groaled and spit out blood on the mans face. Jim smirked when the man's eyes turned darker and before he knew it, his face was pressed down hard int the ground again. He's pretty sure his nose was broken by now...