The front door opened. Randy stepped to the side, giving full view of the man who stood in its opening.

“That’s him,” Kaci shouted out the open window.

“You sure you’re okay with this,” I asked the driver.

With the steering wheel gripped tightly in her hands and her eyes fixed on the front porch, she gave her response.

“I’m perfectly okay with it,” she said. “When they’re done, see if they’re willing to give my ex a visit.”

I considered myself lucky.

Randy punched Josh in the face twice really fast, and then caught him as he fell. With Dick at his side, he dragged Josh’s limp body halfway to the street. Then, Josh began to struggle.

Randy smacked him again, and then got him in a choke hold. After dragging him to the side of the car, he gestured for Kaci to roll up the window.

When she did, he smashed Josh’s face against the glass.

“See that girl in there?” Randy asked. “Remember her?”

“Kaci?” Josh whined. “What’s going on?”

Kaci cracked the window. “You’re getting what you’ve deserved for a long time, asshole.”

Randy spun Josh around and punched him in the face.

Josh took a wild swing at Randy, but Randy dodged it, swinging another punch in the process. His fist plowed against the side of Josh’s head, knocking him against the hood of the car.

When he tried to stand, Randy hit him again. Then, he lifted him from the hood.

“Can you hear me?” he asked.

Josh nodded.

“Yes, or no?” Randy asked.

“Yes,” Josh sputtered through bloody lips.

“Just so we’re clear,” Randy said. “This is for what you’ve done to that girl. If you ever come in contact with her for any reason, or if you ever touch another girl like that again, my brother and I will come back here, and I’ll mop these streets with your stupid ass. We clear?”

Josh nodded.

Randy punched him in the stomach several times, causing Josh to vomit.

I thought that would be the end of it, but it wasn’t. While Josh attempted to lower himself to his knees, Randy punched him in the face repeatedly. Eventually, Josh crumbled into a pile of battered flesh in front of the car.

The Uber driver rolled down her window. “Kick him in the nuts,” she shouted. “For me.”

Randy looked at Kaci. Kaci cracked the window. “Okay by me.”

Randy drew his foot back, swung it toward Josh’s crotch, and kicked him in the balls so hard it scooted him across the asphalt two feet.

“That was awesome,” the driver said.

“I hate that prick,” Kaci said.

Using Josh’s hair as a handle, Randy dragged him all the way to the front porch, and then tossed him onto the steps. While Dick stood guard at the porch, Randy walked back to the car.

Kaci rolled down the window. “Thank you.”

“Hell, we’re not done yet,” he said with a laugh. “But you can go ahead and go. Probably don’t want to see the rest of it.”

“Probably not.” She stuck her head out the window. “Thanks, again.”

He kissed her softly. Then, he kissed her again, like he meant it.

“See you New Year’s Eve?” she asked.

“Yep.”

She smiled. “Can’t wait.”

He turned toward the house, paused, and then waved.

We waved in return.

I rolled my window down and waved at Dick. “See you New Year’s Eve.”

He kicked Josh in the nuts and then waved. “See ya,” he shouted.

The driver shifted the car in reverse, and backed out of the driveway. “That’s awesome that you’ve got a guy like that,” she said.

“We just met ‘em,” Kaci said.

The driver gave her a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“We just met ‘em. Tonight. At our Christmas party.”

She put on the brakes and turned to face Kaci. “Seriously?”

Kaci nodded. “I swear.”

The driver exhaled a long breath and then chuckled. “That’s fucking awesome.”

“Best Christmas ever,” Kaci said.

I imagined she truly felt that way. As sick as it seemed, I was glad she was able to see Josh get what he deserved. Despite the violence, it truly was a great Christmas.

The thought of working with Dick and Randy frightened me and excited me both, but excited me more than anything. Time would tell if fucking him was a wise decision or a poor one.

I knew I’d never regret the events of that night, though.

If anything, I’d cherish them. Until we created memories that could replace them.

The thought of doing so made me fidget in my seat.

“Agreed,” I said as I watched Dick slam Josh against the side of the house. “This was the best Christmas ever.”