Carlo slammed the door of the room hard, making everyone inside jolt as they stared at him, wondering what could have pissed him off.
Carlo paced around the room, his teeth chattering as he bit his fist, his teeth sinking hard into the flesh as he tried to control his rage.
"That mothercucker!" He grabbed a vase and threw it against the wall. "I'll kill him. I'll kill Dominic Silvestri and I'll torture him for as long as I can until he starts to beg me to take his life." His lips spread into a smile that stretched from ear to ear, his pupils dilating in excitement as he imagined the scene.
The men in the room glanced at each other, at the same thought running across their minds.
"Boss, are you okay?" One of them, who was brave enough, asked.
Carlo's head snapped to him, like a predator that'd just sighted his prey, his smile instantly dropping.
"Do you not think I'm okay?" Carlo immediately demanded.
