Maldini’s pov;
I had learnt about anger from a young age. It was only useful when it sharpened your senses.
Other than that, I considered it weakness.
I threw the glass against the other side of the room and it exploded into several fragments. The man kneeling in front of me flinched hard and moved quickly, scraping his palms against the concrete, drawing blood.
“Again,” I yelled, more to make him afraid than out of anger. I never wasted my anger on useless things.
His throat went up and down and sweat dropped from his head.
“S-sir… we lost them. The transport was hit. Pesos men were there…”
I reached for another glass.
“No,” I corrected softly. “You were supposed to be among the most strong men in this city, but you lost me.”
I threw the glass I was holding and I made sure not to
