Chapitre 85: Losing His Shit

Miguel was furious and he saw red as he marched downstairs. The cook wanted to speak with him but immediately she saw his countenance she quickly scurried out of his way.

He went outside to the garage and when he saw one of the guys that he had given the task to watch Gemma while he was away, he pulled him by his collars pushing him against the car he had been leaning on.

"You had one job, one fucking job and you fucking do it!" Miguel growled as he tightened his grip on the guy's neck.

"What are you talking about, boss?" The confused guy managed to ask, his eyes holding so much surprise.

"I asked you to keep your freaking eyes on my wife and report every of her activity to me. Was that not what I told you?"

The poor guy nodded in response. He was beginning to slightly turn blue from how tightly Miguel held his neck, cutting off his air supply. Miguel let go of him and he collapsed against the car coughing.