“Don’t ever call me crazy.”
Cutoff man finally found his voice. It was as deep as he was tall. “Do you realize what you’re doing? When Mr. Crowe hears about what you’re doing, you’re dead. Nobody disrespects that man, or the people who represent him. Nobody.”
Eric stood up and walked over to the tall man. “So, it can speak.” He looked him up and down, from head to toe and then stepped on his tiptoes as if to close the size gap. As if raising up two inches put them on equal footing.
“Let me tell you something. We’re only at the beginning of the ways that I’m going to disrespect Mr. Crowe. That man ruined my family, ruined my life. Disrespect is the least of what’s in store for him. Disrespect is just the first nail in the coffin that I’m building for Mr. Crowe.”
Eric walked
