It felt good for Martin to drive his fists into the face of the man who had abused Consuela. It felt good to feel Alberto's ribs cracking under his blows. Martin felt strong and powerful, not the weak, helpless Consuela.
"Martin, stop! You're going to kill him!" Martin's right arm was held in Jet's adamantine grasp. Martin turned to face Jet, and started to throw a punch. He stopped himself.
"C'mon, I know you're getting revenge, but it's bad to make this a murder case. Let's just toss the creep in the back of the van and take him to Kelly, O. K.?"
"I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it--it's a guy thing, right?" Jet smiled. Alberto was curled up on the ground. Jet picked him up effortlessly and placed him in the back of the van. Nobody in the neighborhood made a fuss--it wasn't that kind of neighborhood, and Alberto wasn't that kind of man.