Chapter 9 Entropy in the Mafia

Gary "Shit," I cursed for the umpteenth time that day. "What can you all get right in your lives?" I snapped at my men. They cowered like the fools that they were and shuffled their feet, moving backwards and away from me as they tried to avoid my wrath. "We are sorry, boss." They all muttered as one in one breath. I winced, rubbing my forehead with my fingers. "I don't know what you are sorry for. Why did you have to be sorry at all?" I lowered my voice into a calm tone, the one I knew they hated the most. "You should have gotten everything right in the first place." "Who made these transactions?" I barked at them and flung the document I was reading on the floor. Jeil stepped forward, shaking on his legs. Not that I cared about his emotions anyways. "I did, boss." "Why is there a mistake?" I sighed. "I don't have an idea." He said. The others winced and closed their eyes, knowing he was in more trouble than he had been with those words. "You don't have an idea?" I barked o