In the club during the night (mafia story)

A weaker man would curl up and die as the blood leaks and drips through the mental fractures.

If you’re tough, you’ll push through the discomfort and turn it against your foe.

That dude is invincible. Now that person is a Beast.

I have a very good reason why they call me The Beast.

I am fearless and struggle to prevail.

I later met Winter.

We only had one night together, but it was a night that forever altered my life.

They assert that love cannot strike you like a lightning strike. Maybe lust, but never love.

I am opposed.