Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 69

"What'sa in it fora me?" he asked with his head tilted and one eye closed.

I tightened my grip on him. "Not ending up a bloody pulp that your own mother couldn't even identify!"

He shook his head, "No, mya mother, Goda rest her soul, never liked the sight ofa blood."

If anyone else had said that to me in that situation I would've thought they were being a smartass and would've beaten them up for it. But I couldn't help but like this guy. I don't know why.

I let go of him and walked out of the alley...