POV - GIOVANNI CARSON "Kill him," I demand my men beside me."Wai-wait I can still get you the cocaine, please just give me more time," Alex states while he lays on the ground."So you're saying that you can get me. My fucking thirty-five balls of cocaine that you stole. In twenty-four hours?" I question this idiot as I rolled my sleeves up."Y-yes." He stutters."Hmm, you were one of my finest buyers." I calmly shrug. "But this time Alex, this one time you chose to fuck up my trust," I say licking my lips, grabbing my blade off the table full of weapons.I slowly approach Alex while I carefully stroke my fingers on the sharp blade. "Stand up," I instructed him with a pressing tone. He slowly grips onto his knees for help to push himself up when he's about to reach my level he quickly collapses onto the bloody concrete floor."Aiutalo." I dictate my men. [translation: Help him.]They quickly rush up to Alex, aggressively pulling him up from the ground. He groans from the sudden pain.
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