Mr. Miguel Taylor

Waking the next morning, I had expected to see Nina’s smiling face next to me, but instead, I woke up alone. I wasn't sure what I was expecting from her, but after the conversation we had the night before, it was clear I was unsure of what I wanted.

Sitting behind my desk at work, I tried to focus on the countless deals I had coming across my desk. There were a variety of things, and among them were the issues with Becky’s father.

He was a ruthless Russian mobster I had ...