Without waiting for his security, Angelo walked ahead of them and kicked open the door to Alex's apartment. Anger could not begin to describe how he felt at that very moment. Not only had Alex overstepped his bounds, but he had gone out of his way to kidnap Madam Dorothy, who had no business in this.
"Where are you, you little prick?" he yelled as he looked through the house, only to see an already sleepy Alex walking out of the hallway.
Wasting no time, Angelo walked up to his nephew, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him across the room. Alex landed on his glass coffee table, and Angelo and his men watched as the table shattered into a million pieces.
Angelo watched with anger as his nephew tried to stand up, and not once did Angelo pity the young man; instead, Angelo allowed the anger to cloud his judgment. Alex was determined to punish Angelo for what Bjorn had done.
"What the hell?" Alex yelled in pain as he stood up from the floor.