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ALFIE SOLOMONS HAD BEEN IN A SOUR MOOD ALL WEEK. Well, more so than the usual. It all began when Yelena returned home from the party in Birmingham in the middle of the night, she had sensed that something was wrong the moment she penetrated the threshold.
Yelena had removed her shoes before entering, hoping to make the least amount of noise possible. She slowly shut the door behind her, sighing lowly as the door met the frame with a barely audible 'click'. The woman turned to make her way up the stairs, stopping in her tracks with a loud yelp at the sight of a figure sitting at the bottom of the stairs.
"What the fuck, Alfie?" The woman shrieked, dropping her heels to the ground with a loud 'thud'. "You scared the shit out of me!"
"I? Scared the shit out of you, eh?" Alfie spoke with an eerie calm. Yelena gulped beneath the fiery anger in his eyes, so intense that she could perceive it despite the darkness that draped itself over the foyer. She felt miniscule under the heaviness of his stare. "No, no, no. You, scared the shit out of me, right!"
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"Alfie," The woman began, taking a few steps in his direction. The man raised his hand, halting her in her tracks. Alfie's hands clasped together; elbows propped upon his knees as his head was leaned downwards.
"Do you know how worried I was, eh?" Alfie looked up and met his sister's eyes. "Do you know how fucking worried I was?"
"Alf-"
"-Shut up." Alfie pushed himself up from his knees, storming in Yelena's direction. "Do you know how close I was to marching into fucking Sabini territory? Worried that that bastard had gotten his fucking hands on you?"
Yelena looked to the ground silently. She knew the possible ramifications those actions could have had; she had been careless. Irresponsible and careless.
"You didn't fucking call. You didn't leave a fucking note. Moishe is at the fucking hospital, right, for not following his fucking orders, because of you." Alfie listed off, lifting a finger at a time as he enumerated the multiple reasons he was angry with his sister. "He'll wake up, right. Granted he won't have any fucking teeth left, but he'll be a wiser man for it." His large tattooed hand clenched, twisting into a fist, before pointing to his relative. "Where the fuck were you?"
