Daniel

      

    “We are having a bachelor party.” I placed my hands on my hips, glaring at Antonio, trying to mentally convey the message that I would not budge on this one. He might be the underboss, the second in command—or whatever—but passing on a chance to have a bachelor party was fucking blasphemy. 

    Antonio got up from behind his desk. “Do you think having a bachelor party should be on our priority list right now?”  

    I blinked. “Is that a trick question?”  

    “For God’s sake, Daniel. We have other more important shit to worry about.”  

    “Like what?”  

    “Like heroin being handed out like fucking pamphlets at every corner.”  

    I snorted....