He is cursing out in Italian. We all do that when we get so angry or we are in a tight spot.
A tirade of swears words and curses stream out like piss. I knew he was going to lose his s**t just watching him now i was right, I see why Father had me deliver the news. He would not be as long-suffering as me.
I drop the phone on the chair beside me and press away on my other phone. Giving him time to get it out of his system.
I almost relish the sweet feeling of power right now. I am taking away his fun little toys and games and shipping him off, it is like when parents semd their wayward children to boarding school in a remote distant village. Gone are his fast cars, he cannot travel with all his gold jeweries and his harem of girlfriend are also not going abroad with the young lad. But m
