Martin’s POV
“I heard you managed to make everyone eat out of your hand,” Don continued, his eyes flicking to me briefly in the rearview mirror. “They’re calling you ‘The Devil’ now, instead of ‘Cripple.’ How did you do that in twenty-four hours?”
I smiled slightly. That was the plan. Though I expected it to take two weeks, not one day. The emergency at home forced my hand.
“Are you saying you admire me now?” I asked, half-teasing.
He didn’t answer immediately, focusing on the road as he overtook a slow-moving truck. “I don’t change my opinions based on hearsay. I need to see for myself.”
I could respect that. Don was the type of man whose loyalty was hard to earn, but once you had it, he was dependable until the end.
“You don’t have many friends, do you, Don?” I asked, amusement cre
