“There’s nothing that’s going to save you, Randolph, so just keep running your stupid mouth,” Cal said.
I had only just noticed the bruising on his face. I would’ve thought he’d already lost a bout with Joe Louis this week, but more than likely those bruises came from his head bouncing off his steering wheel like a pinball when I ran him into that truck. So, I had three guys in this room that not only had a professional grudge against me, being employed by Bobby Diamond, but also had a personal one.
Yep. I am most definitely a masochist…