Nestore's POV
"Watch how you speak..."
"You f*****g watch how your speak to me, Cavarallo; what do you think that you have the right to speak to me any f*****g how you want? Why, because you're looking for your s*x toy?" The bastard snapped, throwing the glass in his hands to the floor.
I paused, taken aback by his sudden growl.
"Where the f**k is Aurora?" I asked, closing the space between us.
"She's where she ought to be," he replied, pissed.
"What do you mean by she's where she ought to be? Where the f**k is she?!" Nevio growled from behind me, pushing closer.
"You both should either speak to me, the fuckin way you know you want to be spoken to, or you shut your f*****g mouth and walk out of my house," he growled, his veins popping.
I didn’t flinch. I took another step forward,
