"WHAT?! How– Why– ... scratch the 'why'. When?? Where is he– I'm getting him out." Axel said, clearly getting more and more stressed as the seconds passed. "Are you two just going to sit here and chew on your nails? Seriously?? You're a freaking Mafia Family!"
❝ that’s not how we do things! ❞ robert spat back, his temper already beginning to rise rapidly. he was stressing out too, though trying his best to hold it in, but it was getting a little too much for him now. and besides this was HIS little brother they were talking about and he didn’t appreciate the implication that he was just sitting around doing nothing--... even if he was.... ❝ what do you want us to do? run into a police station full of armed cops, guns blazing? great suicide mission, idiota. ❞