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Italy, 10:37 pm...
Salvatore was seated on his oak desk, his head leaned back against the leather chair as one hand grasped a glass of whiskey.
He had returned to Italy, leaving behind Russia yet bringing back a threat which loomed above.
Since his return, Salvatore's tension had heightened as his search for Leonidas grew rougher everyday.
It was a game of hide and seek between the two; Leonidas continued to taunt the mob boss in various hiding places, his current location still remaining unknown to Salvatore.
Salvatore brought the glass to his lips, taking a deep chug of his liquor in an attempt to ease his distress.
"How was it when I was away?" Salvatore questioned D'Angelo who sat opposite him, the older man shifting in his seat as the silence in the room grew uncomfortable.
D'Angelo could sense the tension radiating off the man ahead of him. Salvatore pressed his lips in a tight line, raising a brow as he waited for a response.
"Thankfully everything was in order" D'Angelo affirmed, nodding his head as he smiled awkwardly.
Both men were aware of the thick distance between them. The tension in the room could've been sliced by a knife. It grew to an unbearable state, almost stifling D'Angelo who took a deep breath.
Salvatore nodded his head, looking down at the files which were scattered across the desk.
"It was brought to my attention..." Salvatore begun, his dark eyes connecting with D'Angelo's.
"That Leonidas has escaped Russia" Salvatore sighed, shaking his head as he roughly place down his glass.
D'Angelo watched in caution, his breathing heightening as he could feel the room close around him.
D'Angelo prayed that the cruel man did not discover his plan... He hoped that all that he worked for did not crumble is destruction.
D'Angelo noticed the way Salvatore's nostrils flared in anger, his jaw clenching as he stood up from his seat.
Standing at a tall height, Salvatore crossed his arms as he stared down at D'Angelo. The two men locked eyes, the air crackled with thick tension as a daunting silence battled the air.
"The bastardo was able to slip past the boarders" Salvatore's voice was low and steady, his knuckles turning white as dug his nails into his palms.
"Leaving behind no traces" He continued, tilting his head down as his eyes still bored into D'Angelo.
Though D'Angelo sat in complete silence, his body spoke volumes. His hands trembled slightly, his shoulders hunched foreword as his breath caught in his throat.
"I'm truely amazed" Salvatore chuckled dryly, his voice icy as he walked around the seated D'Angelo. He took long and deliberate steps, almost taunting the man who grew in caution.
