"Where's Minerva?" Rafael's voice was low and menacing, laced with a palpable threat.
The atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming oppressively heavy and chilling, yet Alexi remained oblivious to the danger, his senses dulled by alcohol.
At that moment, Rafael exuded the cold, dangerous aura of a Mafia boss on the edge, ready to pull the trigger at the slightest provocation.
His eyes burned with fury as he towered over Alexi, his presence menacing and commanding.
"Where's Minerva?" Rafael repeated, his voice dangerously calm.
But this time, without waiting for a response, his anger erupted, and he kicked Alexi hard in the stomach.
His patience had run dry, and the lack of an answer only fueled his rage further.
Cough!
Cough!
Alexi coughed violently, struggling to prop himself up after the brutal kick.