“Joey Driscoll? Matt North.”
He offered his hand but Driscoll didn’t bother shaking it, “You sure you’re eighteen?” he asked.
“You got the cash?”
Two big lads moved in from the side, “These are my two boys, Luke and Bob”
Matt looked at the two of them and held their hard stares.
“What’s this, my warm up?”
“Let me give you a quote from one of my favourite films, ‘Your mouths writing cheques that your body can’t cash.’”
“Time will tell, old man.”
This really pissed Driscoll off, just as Matt had intended.
“Show some respect boy, or I’ll call the fight off.”
“Respect is earned, and no you won’t, we both know that.”
“Piss off and get ready.”
Matt was not fazed by Driscoll’s weak threat, “Just have my money ready,” and then he headed for the changing rooms out back, stopping to look
