"What happened to them?" Mark asked his right hand man, Jonas.
"They were caught by Dante and they have been killed. Good thing that Dante did not suspect that someone else was behind his men stealing his bags of drugs"
Mark gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his tightened teeth.
"That bastard!"
"He killed every single one of them?" Mark asked, getting off his feet and walking to the table.
He picked up a glass of wine.
"Every single one of them as I have heard, boss."
Mark groaned and threw the glass of wine against the wall of the room, shattering the glass into pieces.
"Who does he think he is?! He met me in the f*****g business! I remember how scared and weak that little fuckling was when his father introduced him to this and now he thinks he can kick me out of this city
