Betraying Giovanni
Angelo pulls out his knife and points it at me and I pull out my gun and point it at him.
“Don’t bring a knife to a gunfight,”
With one quick manoeuvre, he cut my hand and took my gun, I hiss in pain and look at him.
He smirks, “You were saying?”
“You are such a terrorist,” I grumble.
“That’s what little brothers are Mario, we are here to terrorise you and torture you until death.”
I laugh, “I hate you, Angelo.”
He laughs, “You love me.”