
You made the mistake of pissing off a Greek father who grew up on the streets of NYC in the ’80s and ’90s, a time when respect meant everything and crossing the line came with consequences. I have the financial freedom, the time, and the will to unleash my ancestral DNA and grind you into the ground. You targeted my 10-year-old daughter, and now I’ll remind you why some names and families were never to be messed with. You’ve crossed the wrong man, and there’s no coming back from it.











