บท 71: Chapter 71: MANCINI

I didn't even break a sweat when I drove into the enemy camp. The jovial, laid back husband was gone and in his place was a man ready to tear someone's throat out through their ass. I walked into the building like I knew where I was going, like I'd done it a thousand times. It was surreal to see my face on fucking posters all over the place. These fucks are demented.

I ignored the stares and whispers as I headed to the big man's office.

"I'm here to see Durant." I stopped long enough to tell the secretary in the outer office but didn't wait for her reply.

"Sir wait you can't go in there." I opened the door and walked in on some kind of meeting. The man himself stood up from behind his desk. I could see surprise written all over his face but he wasn't prepared.

"Mancini, what the hell do you want?" That's the best you can do after hunting my ass for ten years?