Charlie couldn't help but let his eyes be drawn into that unnatural red. Blood. His girlfriend's blood. He turned to Anthony. "This **** isn't on my hands Anthony. You're going to take responsibility for this, else I-"

 "Else what Charlie?” interrupted Anthony. There was an edge beneath his panic now, lost somewhere between hate and anger. "This was your idea, and you know damn well I'm in the right here."

"Oh sure. That's right. I'm in the **** wrong am I?" growled Charlie under his breath. His fists clenched. Enough.

Anthony continued talking, either not hearing or ignoring Charlie's mumbling. "...not my **** fault you and Julia have this kind of sick idea of what entertai-" he tried to say, before a fist suddenly cracked against his jaw from below, an uppercut that sent his head snapping back. What the he-

Charlie balled his knuckles tightly, ignoring the pain. He lunged toward the stunned Anthony, his other hand clenched tight.

The police could come later. Settlement came now.