Richard Gonzalez stayed in a beautiful home in the rural parts of Los Angeles. All stretched out acres of land guarded and fenced in like Alcatraz. It was a beautiful home fit for a king and queen he resided in, hand-built over a decade, the mansion stood tall and shining in the morning light.
With a garden of exotic flowers, a home filled with priceless art and a naked woman in every room ready for whatever. With all of these things, Richard was the source of envy in his circles. When talked about, he was the ideal, the standard, the top gun to reach for.
The wolf whose pack everyone wanted to be in.
So why did he feel empty? Richard was in his home, his empty home since he'd sent his wife and children away. Thank f**k for small miraculous, because other than his wife bitching about
