In a little while, Darius appeared and sat at the kitchen table. “Morning, Jimmy! You don’t look like you slept too well. Shit, I didn’t sleep that much last night either… and neither did Mandy.” he snickered. “I guess I should tell you that dealing Blackjack is a hobby of mine. You should’a cut the cards.” He laughed a huge laugh.
“You’re a real bastard, Darius. That’s my wife you did that to!” And I swung at him.
Of course, he caught my hand and crushed it in his huge fist. I crumpled to the floor, my hand still in his vise.