Roman
When I got that call from Dante last night, it really pissed me off. Of course, the Don went back to Mexico and let his devil spawn of a daughter stay here. Instead, he took my brother over the border to handle business that Don Sierpiente is more than capable of handling himself.
Things always went to s**t without Dante.
Like a power vacuum and it was my responsibility to keep business flowing. At least I had Mercedes because I was not leadership material. I worked better alone.
I huffed, lifting weights and curling them until my arms burned. Then I laid back on the bench to get a few sets in. Working out always got me out of my head for a little while. Got me to expel some of this pent-up energy that I held onto.
Nothing like a boost of serotonin and dopamine to keep me from
