Chapter 61 Fabiano Strikes Again

  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.