Alessandro paced angrily within the confines of his opulent bedroom, seething with fury at the bodyguard he had hired. How dare Damian, in all his insolence, barely lift a finger to defend him during the knife attack? His blood boiled at the audacity of this useless protector. Alessandro, the son of Romano Botticelli, revered and feared in the city, and expected loyalty and competence from those under his protection. The room crackled with Alessandro's unyielding rage as he vowed to rid himself of this unworthy bodyguard, for his lack of courage and failure to even attempt to save his life.
Alessandro heard a knock at his door and he hurriedly ran out of his room and peeked through the peephole. Seeing his uncle there, he unlocked and opened the door. Anthony entered and to Alessandro's surprise, Damian followed right behind him like a lap dog.
"What's he doing here? I fired him because he's useless."
