He was a dangerous combination of unstable and pissed at the best of times, but I was ninety-nine percent sure he was on the verge of a rage blackout. He’d always been like that ever since Dante died, but it was worse since he took over the Gentlemen from his dad. He was either totally methodical and neurotic, or a fucking lunatic. There was virtually no in between. I’d normally try and convince him to go to the gym and fight it out in the ring until he calmed down, but fuck that. I didn’t have time.
