I hope Alexi kicks the utter shit out of him and cuts off his balls.

The last black suit follows, and I can hear the voices stray further down the corridor until they are hushed tones in the distance, and Demagio’s begging, whiny tone is barely audible. I have no idea what he’s going to do, but I can guarantee it won’t happen in the opera house so publicly. He will have him removed somewhere private instead and deal with him in his own time.

Alexi lets go of my face and ...