Romano eyes gazed into the eyes of the others at the table, leaning forward in his seat.
“I told you I wanted him dead,” He breathed harshly at them in frustration.
“Romano, sir. We’re doing all we can-“ Romano’s fist met the table.
“Apparently your all isn’t working!” he yelled at the shaking man.
“He’s slippery, I’ll give him that.” Another
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Oh gawd I almost cracked up laughing in the middle of the night here :_D I'm off to read MOAR of your fanfiction -if there is any-
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Poor Romano. It's tough coping with Spain sometimes!
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