Drake Lieself was getting angrier and angrier in the room with his father.
Amanda was beyond terrified.
The agents who stood behind did not look much better.
They seemed too scared to even speak.
With every question that Drake Lieself asked, the response from his father had gotten worse and worse.
His hangover and the old man's deteriorated senses were not helping him at all. The incoherent and almost late responses from the old mafia boss was making his son grow worse and worse in rage.
The room was teeming with tension.
Amanda knew they were all doomed either way.
The moonlight that had seemed so welcoming and sweet moments before, now seemed to set the stage for a melancholic loss.
When Drake Lieself rose from his seat, filled with fury and crazed with anger, no one stopped him.
When he towered over his powerless father, his fists clenched, no one spoke up.