Romain

I punch the metallic doors of the van until my knuckles cut and bleed.

This isn't going to make them stop; I know that. But it certainly will help me release this pent-up anger inside of me. I'm being framed. I never set that fucking fire and I have a feeling that the head enforcer was lying about it.

He's a lying piece of shit, and I don't know who's behind this whole thing. Someone has to be because when they showed up, they went straight for me. Why? Who would've sent out that kind ...