Once again, I was furious. I was mad at myself for allowing that piece of s**t in my house. The mother fucker Antonio had begun to dig himself a grave and I planned on filling it no matter how long it took to drag his dead body in it.
“Ashton,” Ferro called out to me while I paced the living room back and forth. “You need to calm down now. You know Antonio by now, so you know what his next moves will be. This isn’t anything new for us.”
I was pacing back and forth in the living room, my hands tingling with the urge to kill someone. I wanted to drain the life from someone’s face and it was going to be beautiful. The killing would satisfy my needs in more ways than one.
My men were up in their rooms getting prepared for any possible contingencies. I had told them to be weary of a
