Alessandro
“What the fuck is your problem, Fabiano!”. I said, banging my hand on the table.
“What did I do now?”. He said in a whiny irritating voice.
This man knows how to irritate me to no end. I just crave and obsess about killing him all day.
I want to see the light leave his eyes. I want to watch him take his last breath. I want to feel the warmness of his disgusting blood on my hands.
I only fantasize about murdering him. Day in, day out.
It's an intense and obsessive fantasy. And I won't rest until I see it come to pass.
“Alessandro, I heard of your extracurricular activities”. He said excitedly while popping a grape into his mouth.
Psychotic dipshit.
“What are you going on about?”. I asked him seemingly having no time for his stupid games.
“You and the Russians. They're onto you now, nephew. You killed their princess. You're getting more popular day by day”. He laughed like a hyena clapping his hands together like a maniac while the rest of the table looked at him li
