'And to what do I owe this beautiful visit of yours, Rugani?' comes the sarcastic question from Don Vicente. he smiled at rugani as though the world has just appointed him other nations president. not politically but also spiritually like he was the leader of all religions from stuff that he rolled them. because Don Vicente had never been more admirable of an expression than the one that rugani had on himself.
' you bastard.' rugani called-out Latin forward with a folded fist as he brought it towards the mafia Kings face. but decent only stepped aside and then with the calculated motion he brought his arm around the officers neck and began to strangle him. his men worked with nothing but Amusement and silence. he had backup. Uganda had brought himself up to the mansion. of course the men were not allowed to bring him inside and so he had been had to wait over the gates. Vicente did not even think that the officer had the confidence and courage to bring himself up here.
