OLD LOVE AND HATE.

Chapter 9: What a scambag

3rd person

It was 6:23 P.M in Inkwell Islands.
nobody knew what was going to happen inside the Devil's office by that hour, the customers were buying and selling their souls.
All was well.

Dice Pov

How dares that ol'piece of shit sayin' that tremendous words at me. ME. I THE DEVIL'S RIGHT HAND MAN. NO ONE and i say NOBODY CALLS ME "GOOD FOR NOTHING LACKEY."

NOT AGAIN

NOBODY.

not a single soul.

As i tremble in total rage trying to stop my fists to being thrown into that scumbag-full-o'shit's face i look at him furiously. I hope he dies the worst death EVER.

- Dice what is- - I couldn't control it but the moment i heard Boss talk i punched the bastard right through his ribs, hoping i broke few of them. I didn't flinch even a bit.

Valentino screamed in pain yelling at me swearings of all types. Boss was just confused. Literally, he had a genuine confused face.

As a reached his body i grabbed his bow-tie and brought his face closer to mine and with the brightness smile ever i whispered - tu es le plus grand fils de pute que j'ai jamais connu...J'espère que tu meurs. * - and as i raised my hand i heard Boss growl
- ENOUGH - He stood up.

*(you are the biggest piece of shit i have ever known...i hope you die).

He threw me out. When i went to my room i could only hear screaming through the Devil's office and i hope that he was screaming at them.

I hate them. I hate Valentino.