DAMON
Fucking Russo. I had thought I'd come to a conclusion with Russo, that he should warn his brother Ronald to back off unless he meets his end, but it seems Russo, for the first time I had known him, was in support of Ronald.
The bastard stood there with his arms crossed, that smug look plastered across his face like he owned the f*****g world. I could feel the rage building in my chest, that familiar burn that meant someone was about to get their ass handed to them.
"I am not any part of the games you are playing with my brother, you both deal with your problems."
He said and I knew he meant every word. The finality in his voice, the way his jaw was set—f**k, he was serious. But if he said I should deal with my problems, then I'm going to f*****g kill Ronald if he dares touches or
