"So," I said, trying to recover my lost composure, "what's your interest in the young lady?"
The idiot looked around, feigning ignorance.
"Lady? Don' see no lady."
I shoved the bat under his chin so hard he tasted the cider coming out of his Adam's apple.
"Listen up, guido, because I'm only going to say this once: stay away from her, or I'll be mailing you and your snoring friend down there back to Vic Stane in a cardboard box, in very small pieces. Have a nice rest."
I pulled his head back and slammed it against the brick wall...
D.M. over 8 years ago
'The cider coming out of his Adam's apple"--- you sure have fun with these images! 'Keep them coming!
Christopher over 8 years ago
Thanks, D.M.! It is a lot of fun writing this.