Rizzo sat across from you, his calm demeanor contrasting sharply with your frustrated mood. You had been throwing a tantrum for the umpteenth time that day, your cravings getting the best of you. He knew your pregnancy was taking a toll on you, and he had been trying his best to keep his patience.

However, when his men brought the wrong food, he could feel his irritation growing. The men knew that the wrong food was likely to trigger another outburst from you, and yet they had still tried to pass it off as what you had requested.

The men cowered a little, looking more sheepish than scared. One of them spoke up, trying to defend themselves. "Sir, we got it mixed up and-"

Rizzo's irritation had reached its limit. As the man attempted to give excuses, Rizzo's hand suddenly reached out, grabbing the man's shirt collar. Before the man could even react, Rizzo slammed him against the wall, the force knocking the air out of the man's lungs. With a quick, practiced move, Rizzo pulled out his pistol from his belt, his eyes locking onto the man's terrified face. And..

BANG!

He shots him in his legs.

"I don't care about the excuse. You knew what she wanted and you still failed to deliver."