Damon

I woke up early as usual and broke out into a jog. Deep in thought, my legs began to move faster until the landscape around me almost faded into a blur.

My eyes widened as I skidded to a stop in front of the gym to find Frank.

“It's started.” he said as he pointed at my shoes.

It was steaming. I could almost feel eaxh gravel stone under my feet signifying that the soles were almost threadbare.

“Once I fix Vivaldi, we'll talk. You and the men.” I told him as I walked into the gym.

It was as I thought. Donatella didn't move for over a week....