DAMIAN
The drive to my villa takes only a few minutes between winding roads and a little traffic that keeps me holed in a spot for a few minutes because of an accident that had happened in front.
Sydney and I barely exchanged any words since I entered the car and got behind the wheel.
It's not that I don't share information with him but some things are better discussed deeply encased in the hard shells of privacy.
A figure waits up front with their legs a few inches apart in a domineering stance and hands planted into their front pocket.
It is Zoran. His face is an inscrutable mask as he waits patiently on the open roof of the mansion.
If my time with him is anything to go by, he is hella pissed. But do I have f***s to give? Barely.
Sydney and I make our way through the steps th
