He puts out several more wooden poles next to the others.
"There we go." He says, brushing his hands.
Wile walks back into his house, closing the door behind him. He walks in, to see Willow crying.
"What's wrong Willow?" He asks, feeling concerned.
"Oh Wile, it's awful." Willow replies.
"What is?" He asks.
"Willie, he's not doing too well." She answers, Wile wipes her tears away. Wile knew right away that he has been poisoned because his son looked really ill in Willow's arms.
"Did someone poison him?"
"Yes." Willow responds back with her voice quivering, wiping away the sweat off of Willie's head. Wile tenses up and bares his fangs.
"Whoever did this, is going to suffer the worst way." He says, he pauses himself for a moment.
"Ralph." Wile tenses up from mentioning his name.
"I knew it! That traitor is the one who fucking poisoned my son!"
"Wait, who did?" Willow questioned.
"Ralph, he betrayed me. He used to work for me in the mafia that I was in.
"Why Ralph?" He said to himself, him and Ralph were good friends in the mafia back in the day. They were like brothers, looking after one another.
Wile felt heartbroken that Ralph betrayed him and poisoned his 8 month old son.
"I can't believe this!" He exclaims, choking back on his tears.
Willow walks up to him to comfort him, as tough as he is on the outside, but on the inside he felt…broken and hurt.
Wile brushes the tears away his from face as he breaks down.
"Oh I'm going to kill him! I am going to kill him." He tenses up.
"I am going to kill him, I am going to kill him." He repeats to himself as sadistic images of him torturing Ralph flashed in his head.
Wile lets out a long sigh to release the stress. "It's going to be fine Willow. I promise." He said. He pulls her up into a kiss.
But he's still got the plan and that is to wait on Ralph to show up to his property.