Urso narrating
I raced up like a madman to that damn alley, that literally pitch-black, deserted street. Which was anything but easy to access.
I knew every curve, every shadow, every breath of that damn alley. That's why my anger was greater. Because those on duty there also knew it. And even so... they let it slip.
When I turned the corner leading to the alley, my blood was already boiling. Adrenaline pumping, hatred driving me. And it was there, right at the entrance of the street, that I saw the scene that made me completely lose the little patience I still carried.
Two of my guys were lounging between the alleys, each with a girl on their lap, laughing, smoking a joint, enjoying themselves as if they were on vacation at a resort. The guy on the rooftop, who was supposed to be on l
