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Damien 49.

"I know that you are fighting the urge to put your hands on me. I would not blame you if you did," Vito "Sicario" Moretti said to me as the elevator descended to the company ground floor. He sounded very calm saying things like this

His voice was aggravating. His whole existence right now made me rage inwardly but I kept my calm.

"Cut the bullshit," I said coldly as I glared at the numbers that indicated what floor we were. His mere breathing sounds beside me made me want to erase his existence immediately. The buzzing sound of the elevator was annoying enough.

"That bad, huh?" He asked with a shrug.

"You wanted it this way, Old man," I retorted with a shrug.

His eyes revealed the anger he had been trying to hide.

"I never meant for any of these things to happen, I always wanted the best for you and you know that," He said. They always said that, even in the movies.

"You want a medal?" I asked him.

He simply scoffed at me.

Vito, my father, left me when I was seven through n