*****Jaxons POV*****
"Impara a fare la merda bene la prima volta!" I roar down the line, infuriated by the lack of brain cells that my Italian staff seemed to have.
("Learn to do shit right the first time!")
"What's the problem?" Seth questions, joining me in my office as I slam the phone down.
"Fucking idiots never have shit ready in time!" I seethe, as he tuts and shakes his head at my temper.
"Is it about the exchange tonight?" He questions, knowing all too well exactly what would have had me so infuriated.
"He's telling me that the bloods want to meet us at 10pm when I told him to arrange it for later than that so that the hostages would at least be sleeping when we left! I don't need them trying to run off whilst we are away!" I grumble annoyed, knowing it would be too hard now to adapt the times.
