I didn't even break a sweat when I drove into the enemy camp. The jovial, laid back husband was gone and in his place was a man ready to tear someone's throat out through their ass. I walked into the building like I knew where I was going, like I'd done it a thousand times. It was surreal to see my face on f*****g posters all over the place. These f***s are demented.
I ignored the stares and whispers as I headed to the big man's office.
"I'm here to see Durant." I stopped long enough to tell the secretary in the outer office but didn't wait for her reply.
"Sir wait you can't go in there." I opened the door and walked in on some kind of meeting. The man himself stood up from behind his desk. I could see surprise written all over his face but he wasn't prepared.
"Mancini, what the hell
