What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Two assaults in one day

Red pulled up to a small, one-floor white house. He checked his phone before confirming, "This is him. I'm going in first, you're gonna follow." 

Emory unbuckled his seatbelt and responded, "Am I a dog? I have to follow you around?" 

Red chuckled as he got out of the car and made his way around to the passenger side, stopping as he waited for Emory to get out as well. "You could be classified as one." 

Emory rolled his eyes and got out, straightening his jacket. "Fuck off," He replied, earning a light shove toward the house. 

Red walked forward, adjusting his dark grey blazer as he went up the steps leading to the porch. 

He knocked on the door three times, waiting for a few seconds before ramming his shoulder into the door, causing the frame to splinter and open. He pushed the remains open and then walked inside as if he hadn't done anything. 

Emory followed him in, not surprised.

There was movement in a room down the hall before it swung open. Parker stood in the doorframe, eyes narrowed. He glanced at Red, then to Emory, and then to his broken front door. "Did you just break my fucking door?" He yelled, pointing with his hand. 

Red nodded. "Yes, I did," He answered, his pace remaining constant as he walked up to Parker. He stopped in front of him and put both hands into his pockets. "Now," He started, pulling out his phone and beginning to record the audio of the encounter. "confess to what you did and I won't do too much," 

Parker scoffed and leaned against the doorframe. "I didn't do shit," He denied. 

Red turned to Emory and tossed his phone to him. "You can have your fun when he confesses," He stated before turning back to face Parker, who just rolled his eyes. 

Red cracked his knuckles. "You can have one more chance to comply. If not, I'll break each of your fingers, one by one, and then I'll break your kneecaps in with a hammer before going for your head," He paused. "Or you could always just admit what you did." 

Parker's face twitched slightly as he stood up off the doorframe. "You're a liar and you won't do shit," He snapped back. His voice broke slightly, indicating that there was at least a little fear hidden behind his tough demeanor. 

Red shrugged, glancing over his shoulder at Emory. "Has he had his chance?" He asked rhetorically. "I think he has." 

With that, he turned back around and punched Parker directly in the diaphragm, causing him to inhale sharply with a sudden loss of breath. 

Parker went to retaliate by throwing a jab aimed toward Red's face, but his wrist was quickly caught. Red spun him around and twisted his arm behind his back, shoving him up against the wall, earning a grunt from Parker.

Red grabbed a fistful of Parker's hair and yanked his head back, slamming it into the wall with roughly half of his force. Parker hit his previously broken nose against the wall, and blood started flowing from it. He groaned lowly, bringing up a leg and trying to kick Red off of him. 

"You can either start talking, or your fingers will start breaking," Red stated, tightening his grip on both Parker's arm and hair. 

Emory was still standing there in the hallway, simply watching as he continued to record the audio for Red. 

"I'm not- I'm not gonna say shit. I didn't do anything," Parker choked out as blood continued to pour from his nose. 

Red nodded as his hand slid from Parker's arm to his hand. He gripped Parker's pointer finger roughly before twisting it back violently, the sound of the bone cracking filling the room, followed by a yell of pain. "Holy fucking sh- shit, you- you fucking psycho!" Parker groaned in pain, shaking slightly as he leaned his head against the wall.