“Give me a valid reason, Miss Del Valle,” he requested.
My hands began to tremble at what he requested. Who is he to make a request? He’s just a mere rank three, but he’s too arrogant to make a request. Does he forget that I’m the rank two here? Where did he get that kind of confidence? I’m perplexed, honestly. He should know how to respect a mafia boss who’s higher than him. But look what happened; he’s requesting me to give him a valid reason, which it shouldn’t.
“Who are you again? You’re just a rank three, remember?” I reminded him, just in case he forgot what he was.
It sounds sarcastic, but I really don’t care what might happen this time. If he pulled his gun and pointed it at me, I had no choice but to use all of my strength to slaughter him, even if I shouldn’t since he didn’t d
