“Well, what do you expect from me?! I'm tired of sitting around here!” I said in anger. “Can you be quiet and let me think?!” he said, puffing his cigarette in the air.
What's with this irritating composure and attitude? Can you get serious and all fired up? “I'm getting fed up with all this!” I said, kicking the table and punching the air. “Can you calm down for a fucking second, Fabiano?!” he said.
“Well, I can't be calm! Just a few days ago, that fucking lunatic Niccolo punched me in the face! And for that, I want him dead!” I said in anger. How dare Niccolo lay his hands on me?!
“You'll get your wish when the time is right. For now, we have to act accordingly. Jasmine and Robyn are dead. I couldn't be more disappointed, actually.”
“You should know that it's nobody's fault. That weasel, Alessandro, pulled a fast one on Robyn and possibly Jasmine as well. He always hated her anyway.”
“No, it wasn't him. He fired at her, granted, but it wasn't him that killed her,” he said calmly. This lunatic does not even know what he is talking about.
“Then who was it? I live in the same house as him and I can actually tell you how crazy Alessandro is. If he dreams about killing you, he will kill you. If he fantasizes about ending you in his subconscious, then he'll make it a reality. That's why I sleep with a gun under my pillow. I can't trust that bitch to be sane around me.”
“I know he's sick, but it wasn't him. It was the boyfriend. He shot her from behind. Straight to the head,” he said while imitating the firing of a gun.