lie, this might be the toughest job I’ve ever taken on. And that’s saying a fuck of a lot, considering the Cornaro Outfit made me wish I was dead once upon a time. I’m not sure what worries me more as I stand under the waterfall showerhead, temperature set to glacial. Is it the re-match with Cornaro guns making me freak? Or is it Valerie Gerard’s sweet looks that could end me in a puff of flame and testosterone?
