Callahan
The first punch sends his head to the side, blood spurting from his nose or mouth. I don't know, or care, which.
"Does it turn you on to hold them down, is that it?" I ask, hitting him again. The girls here are rented by the hour. "Tell me, bastard." I hit him again. "Can't get it up if they're willing?"
"f**k you!" He stretches to his right and a moment later, I take a hit to my temple with the butt of the empty gun.
"That was my bad," I tell him as the room spins like the f*****g cherries on a slot machine. He scrambles out from under me trying to get to the nightstand.
I reach him as he opens the drawer. I can see why he went there and not the door. Bullets. Fucker.
"Afraid to use your fists?" I ask him, smashing his skull into the wall, pulling him back and doing it agai
