Dancing Like A Boss
“Trouble?”
“Daughter. Making me fucking nuts. Doesn’t want protection. Doesn’t want to work for me. Doesn’t want to give up her independence and continues to ignore every fucking word out of my mouth, Rin. I swear to God I am this close,” he held his fingers an inch apart, “to shaving my head bald so nobody sees the grey hair she gives me.”
“She’s what eighteen, nineteen now?” Rin laughed at him.
“My friend, we are much older than you remember,” Sacha laughed, “she is twenty-nine this year. You’ve lost ten years.”