The mafia is jealous

Marcus had never felt so helpless in his life like he was. Clearly his boss didn't know that kind of torture he was exposing his brain to, and hence Marcus cleared his throat, getting rid of the dry lump preventing him from forming words to say because if he didn't say anything then Armando who was already in black dragon mode would pulverize him

"Sir...this man is the closest I could find... Ricardo Flores"Marcus started but paused to see his boss's reaction if he could go on or run for his life, forget it when it came to dealing with Armando's jealousy terms no one was safe, and hence he had to keep his distance just for safety's sake

"Tell me more"Armando said as he rose from the couch, fixed his shirt as he folded the sleeves to his elbows and walked to the bar to pour himself a drink. Seeing his sudden reaction, Marcus exhaled silently, atleast he was in a mood for a drink