I spent the last hour and forty minutes stuck on a jet listening to Shen talk about his non-profit organization.
Between that and fighting the urge to drop the word 'f**k' every five seconds to keep our deal, my head is actually pounding.
Matteo kills the engine the second we pull up to the USC Medical Center. I’ve been calling Diana’s phone for the last twenty minutes, but it just rings until the voicemail responds to me.
My foot is tapping a hole into the floor mat of the car.
Last time I was here, Diana blocked me from coming inside. She’s terrified of her mom seeing me, but I’m about two seconds away from giving her a heart attack if she doesn't walk through those doors right now.
I’m not leaving this place without my woman, but the logistics of getting her out of here fast is s
