MIKE IS A GOOD MAN

Her easy smile and also the easy way she drops F-bombs actually put me at ease. I find myself liking this badass granny, even if she’s firmly on the side of the baddies. She’s not on my side, at least, so that makes her a baddy. I guess.

I bite down on the pizza, chewing slowly. The cheesy, meaty goodness explodes in my mouth, and I nearly let out a groan. I have no idea how long I was out, but I’m absolutely starving.

“Mike is a good kid. Really.”

“Mike?” I garble around the pizza.

She nods. “That’s his name. Goodness mercy, what an ass. He didn’t even introduce himself to you. Yes, Mike. Anyway, you’ll have to forgive him. As I said, he had a rough start in life, and sometimes it shows. He was raised by a father who was more ruthless than you can imagine. He was grooming his son to be his successor, which meant showing no mercy and allowing no weakness. The fact that Mike had any goodness left in him at all is astounding, really. He watched his father and mother be gunned down by a r