CAMERON
Shit!
I grunted and woke up startled. I was late by an hour. I missed my morning run. I was exhausted from yesterday. My neck was coloured in red and purple marks and was paining. Dealing with that fire of a girl was a tough task for even a mafia man like me.
Wait! Why the heck I am thinking about that brat in the early morning. Now my whole day would get spoiled.
I rubbed my eyes to clear my half asleep brain and unlocked my phone to check for any calls or messages. That's how it has always been. Unlike a normal man my days starts with a news of the details of shipments, deals, money, troubles, authorities and sometimes riots. Perks of being the best man of the world's mafia leader.
I was scrolling through my emails when a loud crash echoed from outside. As an instinct, I pulled out my gun from under the pillow and tossed the phone aside on the bed. The first crash was followed by a loud thud that made me run out of my bedroom door without wasting a minute.
