"And you just let him take the dojo?"

Johnny's features pinched at Bobby's tone, the residual pain in his head from his hangover flaring. He didn't need his balls busted right now. Didn't they understand it was too much for him to deal with? "What was I supposed to do? Him and that son-of-a-bitch Zakarian made a new deal."

Bobby just shook his head.

An apprehensive shadow fell over Jimmy's face. "Did you ever tell your kids about Kreese, what he did?"

Johnny rubbed the back of his neck. "They'll be fine…," he muttered, not believing a word of it.