Damiano strode toward the house, ignoring the burning pain in his back. He had no desire to watch them kiss or something equally nauseating. “I’d be more careful, boss,” Lorenzo said, catching up to him. “You might shoot your leg.” Damiano gave him a blank look before realizing that he had his finger on the trigger of his gun. Slowly, he took the finger off and turned the safety on. He was calm. He was calm and collected. He had nothing to be angry about.
damn Damiano’s mad 🧍🏼♀️
