That was absolutely the wrong thing to say in Tommy's mental state.
In a half-blink of an eye, he turns on Voodoo, grabbing his stupid polo shirt, shoving him back hard against the railing and getting in his face.
"I was there, asshole."
If he could exhale fire and smoke and ash right now, he would.
"You want goddamn numbers? Huh? I knew sixty men outta those three hundred-forty-three. Four of 'em were on my crew. One of 'em was my cousin. And you don't believe I'm still alive? You? How the fuck do you think I've felt for the past five fuckin' years? I should be dead, but I ain't, so hey! I guess we've both just gotta fuckin' deal with it."
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In a half-blink of an eye, he turns on Voodoo, grabbing his stupid polo shirt, shoving him back hard against the railing and getting in his face.
"I was there, asshole."
If he could exhale fire and smoke and ash right now, he would.
"You want goddamn numbers? Huh? I knew sixty men outta those three hundred-forty-three. Four of 'em were on my crew. One of 'em was my cousin. And you don't believe I'm still alive? You? How the fuck do you think I've felt for the past five fuckin' years? I should be dead, but I ain't, so hey! I guess we've both just gotta fuckin' deal with it."