Ares trembling hand gripped the steering tightly, whilst the other dialled the Don.
The Don did not pick on the first dial, causing the pool of wrinkles that had formed in his forehead to spread.
He dialled a second time, and still, he didn't get any response.
"Pick up, you old fool!" He cursed between his teeth, as he furiously drove whilst trying to get a hold of the Don.
Finally, on the third dial, and second ring, the Don answered.
"Can't you take a hint?" He said immediately he answered.
"Whatever you're planning to do, you need to stop it," Ares replied immediately.
He let out a short laughter, before getting serious again. "Who exactly are you to tell me what to do or what not to do? Don't you know that after I'm done with Hades, you're next?"
"Look, I could give—- fuck off!" He screamed at the car that had shot past him and almost brushed his car.
"Why don't you learn how to drive, son!" The other driver cursed at him.
