Danilo
I winced as I gently ran my fingers over the angry bruise on my cheek as I looked into the mirror of my sunvisor. It wasn't the worst bruise I had, I had two brothers who loved to wrestle after all and I had been butted by cows before in my life, but it was definitely the one I regretted the most.
There was no way breaking up with Dove was going to be easy. I would have had to be a fool to believe we could laugh about it and shake hands. I knew Dove, and he was a red hot latino man, there was no way he would not curse my name to the winds. I knew I had to do it, and I had made up my mind when I was in Germany that I was going to tell him I was married. I however didn't expect him to cut me off every time I tried.
