Chapter 5 - Gregory Confrontation Outside The Suburban Garage
Without saying another word, my father grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter and marched out through the side door into the garage. I followed close behind him, jumping into the passenger seat of his Ford F-150 before he could throw the vehicle into reverse.
We sped through our quiet suburban neighborhood in Westchester, New York, heading straight toward Gregory's brick colonial house four miles away. My father slammed on the brakes in Gregory's driveway, stepping out of the truck just as Gregory was unloading golf clubs from his trunk.
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"David! What a pleasant surprise, buddy!" Gregory smiled, waving his hand before noticing the murderous look in my father's eyes. Before Gregory could react, my father stepped forward and delivered a powerful, crushing right hook across his jaw, sending him crashing onto the manicured lawn.
"You took my money, you touched my wife, and you destroyed my family!" my father roared, standing over his bleeding partner.
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