C12 Rage
“Did you not get the hint, coglione?!” A growl made me jump off my spot.
“Dante!” I called as soon as I turned and faced him.
“Scram! Or I’ll fucking cut off your tongue.” Dante threatened my newly found friend. I could feel William’s fear, sweat glistening on his forehead.
“Dante! What are you doing threatening him like that?” Dante only glowered at me.
“Ah. See you around, Hailynn