“Are you listening, asshole?” I snarled.
He didn’t answer, so I kicked him again. “Are you – ”
“YES, YES!” he howled as he tried to protect his fractured ribs.
“Maurizio, right? You work for Don Camerota?”
He looked bewildered. “How the fuck did you know that?”
“Emilia told me,” I growled.
His eyes nearly bugged out, and his mouth opened in shock.
I dropped to one knee on his right bicep, pinning him to the ground, and shoved the barrel of my gun in his mouth.
I could feel the metalclackagainst his teeth.
“Mmf – ”
“Shut the fuck up and listen, you piece of shit.”
He stopped moving and stayed silent, but his eyes watched me in terror.
“If you try anything, I’ll pull the trigger and blast your brains out the top of your head. Understood?”
He nodded up and down the tiniest bit. As much as he could with a gun jammed in his mouth, anyway.
“Does Don Camerota know you’re here?”
Maurizio shook his head the tiniest bit side to side.No.
“You came here for Emilia, didn’t you?”
He froze –
Until I shoved the gun deeper in his mouth.
He gagged.
“DIDN’T YOU!” I roared.
“Mmf,” he whimpered, tears welling up in his eyes.
“You like stalking women?” I hissed.
He stared up at me, unsure of what he should say.
My knee was on his right arm, pinning it to the ground.
With my free hand, I reached for his fucked-up pointer finger –
And cranked it as hard as I could, breaking it in another direction.
Snap!
“MMMF!” he screamed, the gun in his mouth muffling the sound.
“You like making them afraid?” I snarled –
