C14 I'm A Doctor

Donatello’s patience were not just running thin but were at their ultimate limit. The shipment was delayed, his alliances were crumbling, and worst of all—Morelli and that damn woman, Talana, had outmanoeuvred them. Again.

He stormed across the dimly lit warehouse as his footsteps echoed. His men stood around, tense, waiting for orders.

He took his phone out of his pocket and called de Marco