Mr Antonio's POV
His voice echoed off the walls in my room and his breathing was rapid.
“Didn't I tell you to kill him sooner? Why didn't you do as I said?” Delgado barked. It was early in the morning and this noise was the first thing I had received.
Sitting on a chair by the window in my bedroom, I drank my coffee, trying not to listen to his nonsense.
“What do you expect me to do now that the plan is ruined?” he roared. He stood across from me, lashing out his anger.
“Aren't you the one I'm talking to?” he asked. I looked at him, a serious look on my face.
“You should just be glad that you were not caught and stop with your shenanigans,” I calmly said. I was about to take another sip of my coffee when Delgado approached me, forcefully snatching the cup out of my hand.
With steams
