“I think you broke my nose, Johnny.” “Your nose will heal after a break.” Grabbing his jersey, I dragged him into a shower stall, slapped my hand against the circular chrome nozzle sticking out from the wall, and watched as freezing cold water poured down on him. “But your spine won’t.” Crouching down in front of him, I held his face under the water. “And that’s exactly what I’ll crush if you so much as look at her again.”
