#Got last week's sinday asks to contend with thank you all for your patience asdfghjkl

[masquenoire]

There was a disturbance in Roman's state of mind. He knew something was amiss the instant he stepped into his domain, a sort of second sense that somebody - or some people perhaps, had been in his quarters. Things had been moved, touched. Roman knew it wasn't his men, none of them were stupid enough to touch what was explicitly his. The mask on the wall. One of the keys to his cars. Hell, even a bottle of cologne or two were gone, igniting a whole new level of wrath he had only ever felt a handful of times throughout his life. With rising anger, the crime lord gave his desk another one-over, bruised knuckles bone-white as they pressed down on polished wood. Even his packet of cigars hadn't been spared! Waves of anger kept bubbling madly like volcanic vents beneath the ocean floor, stoppered only by the barest restraints but another thought came to mind which soon doused his ire. Dogs. Where were his dogs? Rocco and Dante had disappeared too, seemingly off the face of the earth even though he'd told them to stay.

"Where the fuck are my dogs!? Where's all my shit???"

He hadn't even noticed the missing notepad filled with incriminating evidence, Roman so preoccupied - even distraught at the notion of his guard dogs having vanished.