The CEO's Son is a Serial Killer

XVII.III Confrontation

He was late. Livid, and late.

"BRAT!"

Dio found himself screaming in anger just as he finished checking the time on his phone. It was already past seven, and he had yet to do the things that he wanted to do for the day. He hadn't dumped his refuse out of his car, he hadn't made headway on his later responsibilities, he hadn't even begun trying to tie up another loose end that he had to shut up.

For fuck's sake, he could go on!

*CRASH! CRASH!*

He never managed to eat his breakfast at six, take a shower at six-thirty, or even read the newspaper by this time of day. His entire day was already thrown off schedule with this minor stunt, but it would be totally thrown off the window if the brat continued to evade his ire.

*CRASH! THUD!*

"Fu