*Leo*
For the first time in my life, I was terrified. Just the thought of someone taking Bianca Made my mind damn near stall.
I was used to being a man who was calm under pressure. Being shot at, I ran through the fire zone. Cops on the phone or in the vicinity, I was cool as a cucumber and usually pissed them off with my smooth and calm demeanor.
Even when I was so angry I could scream, I kept that shit on lock down. I knew my limitations, and my temper could, at times, be one of them.
Remaining simmered down without appearing to be a coward was something I’d accomplished at a young age.
Panicking wasn’t an option, and letting people get the upper hand was as far from what I wanted to accomplish that it was laughable to even think of it.
I could handle just about everything that was thrown at me, but I was concerned this was the one thing that might actually take me out the game, forever.
