Ella habló directamente en su oído, su voz notablemente fría y brutalmente firme.
“If you ever do it again in front of my son, I will take your teeth home as a trophy.”
She released his neck abruptly.
She shoved him backward with a powerful, dismissive thrust of her hips.
Derek stumbled backward blindly, totally unable to catch his balance.
He fell clumsily onto his backside, gasping for air and clutching his bleeding face with both gloves.
He didn’t even try to get back up.
La lucha, la arrogancia y el ego se habían ido completamente de sus ojos.
They were replaced entirely by profound shock and deep, inescapable embarrassment.
He sat there on the mat, looking like a broken, frightened child.
The round timer finally blared its shrill electronic siren across the gym.
It signaled the official end of the three-minute round.
My mom took a slow, deep breath, letting the icy persona melt away.
