“You should have killed that son of a b***h, fratello,” Luca said to Adrian, taking a drag from the cigarette he had in his right hand. He was the one driving them home in his black Aston Martin.
Adrian was seated in the passenger seat next to his brother. He didn’t want to sit near Rhea, who was behind them.
He was angry at her for making him stop and also angry at himself for listening to her.
Why didn’t he kill that motherfucker? It’s not like he couldn’t have gotten away with it.
Who would dare stand as a witness against him in a court of law, and which police officer would even dare to place handcuffs on him?
Uggghh! He thought to himself as he clenched his fists in anger. His knuckles were bruised but the pain he felt was nothing compared to the regret of not finishing the man w
