Bitter enmity

Tempting, fucking tempting.  Kwesi could already feel the pressure as his fingers crushed on the bastard’s throat.  Squeezing the life out of the sonofabitch.
With daylight, they’d take each other on.  Free of restraints, hand-to-hand.  After what Kwesi had been put through ….  after what this mothafucker had done to Korak ….  Kwesi could hardly wait.
But …..  Where was that gonna get them?

There had to be some other way.