Richard
I love this lady standing before me, I love her to the extent that I'm willing to do just anything for her, anything for her safety, even if it means her hating me, although I highly doubt that she's going to hate because of a wanker who supplied her drugs. What irks me the most isn't the fact that she's taking drugs, I mean I should have expected that. What annoys me is the fact that my man chose to supply her the drugs, that she got high with the drugs from my club, so indirectly I am funding the drugs she is taking.
Pointing the dagger at Miguel, I looked at a pale Camilla "you see, tonight, only one man will walk out of here. It's either Hardin... Or should I say Christopher or Miguel. Either of the two will live while the other dies. So which will it be?"
"What is Christop
