Rage, pure rage, that's the only word I can use to describe Romero's extreme anger. His hands tightened around him as kicked the table in front of us. The glass cups and contents of the table were sent crashing down on the marble floors. I had to turn my head around to avoid the glass pieces from splashing on me.
"Stronzate! Who DARED this! The audacity! Who is the cané that did this?" He snarled, his veins bulging out of his face as he stumbled to the middle of the courtroom to get a better look at the women.
Both women bowed their head in fear as Romero scrutinizes them slowly. Who wouldn't be scared if they are the bearers of the unfortunate news that lead to his anger? He was already moody before but now? Now he's enraged.
Whispers start surfacing through the crowd as everyone tries
