"We are so sorry Don,"
"We apologise for our shortcomings,"
"We are fools not to arrive before you,"
"We were just busy with our duties, and word got to us late, we…" The man couldn't finish speaking as the Don crushed his palm with his boots, causing him to whimper. "Don't you dare make a sound," He warned the man, still placing his booted leg on the man's palm. "So I'm the one at fault?" He asked the begging men. All shook their head negatively. "I'm the one who made an unreasonable request for you to arrive not even a second late," They kept shaking their head, frantically. The Don's eyes scanned the kneeling men as though counting them, and nodded to his bodyguard.
"Stand up! All of you!"
They stood at the Don's command, muttering thankyou's to the Don. "Follow him for your punishment," He tilted his head towards one of his men.
