Chapter 16
Vladimir
“So, what are we doing here?” I grunted, my question more of an outburst of irritance than an interrogation.
The old man seated before me across his desk in this old club snorted, increasing my annoyance. He probably didn’t know that I was here to end his life. If he knew, he’d be trembling before me, begging me to be lenient with his punishment and it made me wonder if these people just wanted to be obnoxious or they felt too strong to be able to take care of their issues.
I was already pissed that I had to take a break from my outing with Guilia and our son. Yes, I was happy that she had come to the park with us and pleaded persistently when I’d insisted that she shouldn’t come with us even though I’d acted nonchalantly.
Currently, I was mad over two things: on
