No cigarettes.
No alcohol.
Nothing to shoot and a terrible headache.
This wasn't exactly one of the best days for Zane. Not for the reasons that most people's days were bad though. The young mafioso's struggles were those that most normal people wouldn't be able to relate to.
The cool air at least helped to a certain degree. The gentle breeze brushing against his face kept his temper to a manageable level.
How dare a brat talk to him in such a manner! He should've just left the urchin alone and not bothered with him. So much for kindness being returned with kindness.
Richard seemed to be only capable of doing the exact opposite, spitting out contempt each time his mouth opened up.