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[ would it make things any better? probably not. would it mean none of them would ever have a chance to come back and fuck with him or his things again? certainly. but valentino knows there's no point in arguing this even though he wants to. what's done is done, and no amount of angelic bullets will reverse the damage.

but it would have felt good. it'd felt fucking great ripping out one of their throats with his bare hands, even better sinking a fancy little bullet into two skulls. violence in the face of blatant disrespect always manages to settle something feral within him.

angel's right, though. as pissed as valentino is, those assholes don't really deserve any more of his time or his energy. they're not worth wasting the bullets he already has very few of left, and if he nailed the fucker who thought it was a good idea to carve a label into angel's flesh because he saw something like it in a movie once, good. he deserves to rot somewhere deeper and darker than hell.

his hand still circled around angel's ankle, valentino gives it another light squeeze, then runs his fingers up the back of angel's leg as he stands back up to his full height. he offers the same hand to him to help him down, even though he's probably more than capable of doing it himself. ]

Come. Call down to the kitchen and have them bring something up.