Micah Castro Braden // Doctor Watson, I presume (acatalyst) wrote in bellumlogs,
That was the last fucking straw. Micah didn't even know Ileana, but he spun Trenton around and smashed his fist into the other man's face with enough force to send him back against the coffee table without moving himself. "Did Aaron ask for it? Did the girl you raped ask for it?" he demanded, advancing and crouching to grab Trenton's shirt and haul him to his feet again.
"Cole," he said, the other man's name hard on his lips. "Knock this piece of shit out so we can lock him up downstairs," he said. He was more than willing to do it himself, but Aaron, Boyd and Ileana, they were all people Cole knew and cared about; it was his right to beat Trenton to a bloody pulp if he wanted to. Micah had cuffs, purchased especially for this occasion after talking to Cole, and he'd get Joanie to construct a cell before the trial. But for now, handcuffs and a chain within sight of Aaron's shallow grave would do nicely.