What lengths will he go to in order to claim his babygirl?
I’m thirty four…and I’m in love with a girl who’s eighteen.
Did I mention that Havana is my son’s ex-girlfriend?
Yeah, this isn’t complicated at all.
When I’m grazed by a Glock in a parking lot, she keeps me from bleeding out.
We hole up in a luxurious hideaway that’s like a fantasy.
Clear of danger and interference, I stop resisting her.
And I get the surprise of my life.
But if I don’t eliminate my enemies, we won’t see the sun rise…