Gavril
I looked out over the twinkling lights of LA, a task that usually soothed me, but this time it only pissed me off.
How could I have screwed this plan up so f*****g badly?
Taking a long draw of my vodka, I let the fiery liquid burn a path to my stomach, not caring that I had consumed far too much alcohol tonight. Normally I didn’t like to. I was a man who liked to keep his head clear and his thoughts direct. I hated men who got drunk, knowing that they could make a mistake that could cost them their lives.
Tonight, though, I drank for the sheer fact that I had accomplished all that I had set out to do, as well as to quench some of my need for my wife. All it had done was get me to a place that her scent, her looks had driven me nearly insane, and by the time I had gotten her into
