Honey

I knew this was coming.

But it didn’t make it any easier.

Don Sierpiente wanted to meet me over dinner. Here. At the vineyard. Dante was obviously stressed out, giving me the cold shoulder since he got that call while he was showing me how to throw a punch.

Dear God, was I going to have to do that today?

Well, I guess today is as good a day as any to punch an established cartel drug lord in the face. I paced around my room, knowing ...