I got out of the truck with a massive headache. Not because I feel unwell, but because I'm stressed. I feel really pissed off and the weight of the night is all over my body.
I need a drink. I need a bath. I need to collapse into bed with her and not wake up until noon, but there's work to do.
There are matters to attend to, and I can't afford the luxury of procrastination. In reality, I've never had that luxury.
The irony of life. I have enough money to indulge in whatever damn luxury I want except for basic things like sleeping.
I looked at Chris, who was staggering drunk, and cursed under my breath. Not only is he completely wasted, but he's also a mess after fighting to his heart's content.
The ring ended with a pool of blood covering the floor and a pile of bodies that my men wil
