Now that Angelo looked at her, he remembered her face. She was the thief Carl had described to him. She had all the features, but they looked prettier this time. The photo that Carl had shown him was dirty on but looking at the woman in front of him, he couldn't help but feel angry.
His brother was all he had, and this woman had made him suffer. This woman had taken the watch he had given Carl. This woman was the reason he had to sit through days, and days of a whiny ass Carl. He had to suffer through the whines and everything. But that didn't even piss him off.
What irked him was the fact that she had been helped but she tole from the hand that fed her.
"you!? You are that thief. Tell me, where's my brother's watch. Where the fuck is my brother's watch? You're the reason my brother had to suffer. You are the reason a grown man had to cry himself to sleep. You really are pathetic. You got help, and you stole for the hand that fed you.
