Jake Randolph: Origins Pt. 132

Russo's men had about a third of the boxes left to load onto the truck. I knew once they were done I was going to be used for target practice. I played the only hand I had. And I went all in.

"Mr. Russo," I said, "or can I call you Sharkey?"

He smiled, "You can call me what you want, Randolph. Ain't gonna change nothing."

"Let me ask you one question, Sharkey. Do you love your country?"

Russo looked taken aback. "What the hell kinda question is that, Randolph? Of course I love my country."

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