James.
As ecstatic as I was regarding the court’s decision, I knew the many problems I dealt with on the regular wouldn’t be silenced. My focus shifted from the Cartwright situation, even if they threatened to the end, to the one with my uncle and damned cousin.
Ronaldo was a snake.
I really wanted to leave this mafia business behind, especially after it took my daughter from me. My heart once again clenched as I thought about that, my eyes closed as I let out a soft sigh. She hadn’t deserved that, and the world had lost a wonderful person during that shootout.
The grief would never leave, and things like what happened in court would constantly remind me of it. Though, actual activity within the damn situations like Ronaldo and the former Don would be somewhat more of a pressing matter.
Why had he made me the Don?
