Stephen's face twisted, his eyes flashing with anger. "This isn't about the business, Stan. This is about my heart."
Stanley's laughter grew louder, his voice dripping with disdain. "Your heart? Ha! You shouldn't be this weak, Stephen, that's
what you need to remain powerful in this business."
Stephen's fists clenched, his voice low and deadly. "You don't understand, Stan. You are not understanding me!"
"Well, Stephen, I'm not one for feelings and emotions, but... I'm here for you. And if you need to talk, if you need to figure this out...I may not understand how you feel but I will remain your friend, blood."
Stephen drove through the streets, his mind filled with thoughts of Kyra. He
couldn't believe he was doing this, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed to be with her.