Saint

I don't need guns. I'll use my fists. I'm over this mob. Especially when I find out they're trafficking women, including Amberly, the one that got away. I haven't seen her since high school, and even though she's built up walls, she's as beautiful as ever. And she has a kid. He's six. How many years ago did we split up? Those assholes with the mob can't have him. I'll get both of them to safety. No matter what.