The water is like an experienced lover, caressing me gently as I stand still. It soothes me, washing away the pain, the regrets, the sorrow that is my life. It's an elixir after

“You stole from Salvatore.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. Some would call it a death sentence. You didn’t steal from Salvatore. You didn’t steal from Salvatore’s men. Heck, you didn’t