What a clusterf*ck.
Although things are now going to plan, my face being a little on the swollen side wasn't exactly the part I was looking forward to sporting.
I had run out on Bronson, there was no way I could take his deal and stay here rent-free while 'working on myself'. But that wasn't good enough for Mick. He was angry, angrier than I have ever known him to be. He hated the fact that I made a decision that affected the bandits without running it by him first.
Which all in all, brings me to where I am now.
Mick wanted me here, he didn't care what I had to do, but if Bronson Fortworth was offering me a roof over my head, access to everything surrounding his life, his business, his wealth, then Mick wanted me here. I couldn't exactly say no, Brody was my brother and Mick had someth
