★LUCIANO★
Clutching my pistol with the tip of my finger pressing down on the trigger, I aimed at my nemesis's face.
The only person who could rile up my moods in seconds without even trying. Just seeing his face was enough to stir up my urge to kill. And perhaps, that might be him tonight.
"This isn't the way to greet your friend, Pavarotti. Put that gun down and give me the warm smile you had on your face some seconds back." He sneered as he strutted towards us.
Ramos f*****g Ashton.
Every day, I lived and breathed for the moment I'd finally snuff the living breath out of his guts. I couldn't wait to watch his pupils dilate until he has eventually given up the ghost.
"What do you want, Ashton?" I spat distastefully.
Issuing a quick glimpse at Janie, who had a confused look on
