Akira
I look around the basement where all his cars are parked and wonder aloud, "Just how many cars you own?"
Romero gives me a side glance and shrugs, "Five. Why?"
"And why do you need five cars?"
He leads me toward a black Audi and opens door for me, "I like them."
Really now?
"So you bought them?" I can't hide my disbelief in my voice.
He moves to other side and slides in his seat, "Pretty much."
"Wow. You must be really rich." I wonder just how many things he owns. Because everywhere he takes me he either owns them or has invested in them.
Sometimes I feel intimidated by all the money and power he access. We are like world apart when we compare from this angle, heck I think we are polar opposite of each other from every angle. I would have never guessed I would fall this har
