Leo
Willow is going to kill me. She’s either going to run me over with a tractor, get a shotgun or chase me with an axe, but I’ll deserve any of those things.
“You okay, bro?” Romeo, my private investigator, is sitting across from me, placing his beer glass on the table.
“This is a drug that I sell to Mike for his research.” I stare at the report paper in front of me. If I had laser eyes, I would have burned the paper to a crisp. My grip on the whiskey glass is tight, and the f*****g noise at this club irritates the s**t out of me.
“Leo? I know that this is a lot, but...”
“I’m going to kill him,” I grumble.
“No,” he shakes his head. “You will get arrested.”
“I don’t care.”
“I need you to think about this, Leo,” he pleads.
“I can’t believe that I did this to her,” I m
