Lorenzo's POV
"What on earth is actually going on?! How can one man. One fucking man slip through your tiny fingers! How?!" I thundered glowering at my pathetic excuse for men kneeling before me. Cowering in fear.
"This is absolute nonsense! Endless stream of failures!"
My enemies are laughing at me. Michele is obviously laughing at me from his sewer.
"We almost had him capo but he escaped," one of the men said.
Bang!
I shot him in the head, watching as his body fell limp to the floor.
This fool just had to aggravate the situation.
"Does anyone else have anything to say?" I asked my countenance very serious.
I had just returned from Genevieve's when Alessio and my men returned from Japan this evening and instead of giving me some uplifting news that'll raise my spirits.