* Chapter 13; Getting her out of my system*     "It is the third warehouse they attacked today."     Giovanni, dressed in a white shirt matched with grey torn jeans, informs me as soon as we arrive at the destination. We can't take a look at my drug warehouse, as it is littered with fucking cops.     This is getting out of hand. With the outnumbered list of enemies due to my father's lust, I don't know who is behind this.     If I had, we would have played dentist, and I would blow up every tooth in his fucking mouth. I watched him bleed away. Fucker.     I flex my hands on my thighs, something I do when I am stressed. I don't like to act out of the moment. A sober action is the longest-standing and most satisfying one.