“I tell you to do one thing and you can’t even do it properly.” Cold and viscous, venom dripped from Valentino’s remark, causing you to wince. Angel Dust stood beside you, stiff as a board and ever vigilant.

Valentino was an unpredictable man, and it was perhaps this mystery about his character that drove the fearful disappointment deeper into your core. Angel Dust practically felt it, and while he could offer little reassurance under his boss’s scrutiny, he caressed your knuckles with a gloved hand.

“Honestly, how hard can it be to steal a ring? It was RIGHT THERE and you still couldn’t get it! Pathetic. Utterly and unequivocally pathetic,”