Joe was distant. Not only Joe as his new temporary identity, too, Donnie.

"Love, please don't fuck up with my work." He repeats it every time.

Some previous night, Joe simply shows up at his house and leaves a bag full of money to transport him, but the man is also deeply involved in his infiltration and his new miss, which simply suggests that you are also part of some of this history.

While packing one of your daughters' backpacks, the bag with the banknotes caught her attention, and that was your mistake

Your biggest mistake

Now you had the police on Joe's tail and an angry Joe.

The tension seemed to stick to you like a damn tick, and somehow it brought you both to this situation, the edge of a heated fight. Always pointing fingers at one or the other.

"God." He sighs, running his fingers through his black hair, not noticing his own state, his wrinkled white t-shirt and blood stains spread across his face.

"How you can do this when..when i try to hold on..keep all this together?" He blurted out, his emotions becoming more clear and more intense than what he would be comfortable in admit.

His gaze fell to the floor and to the side, slightly shy at having been so indulgent and idiot, almost silly.