“His men have Francesca and the kids!”
Amato’s wife started weeping.
“While you were out fucking one of your whores, no doubt,” Amato spat.
“They were going to kill them!” Luciano said angrily.
“What makes you think he won’tnow,you fool? Why the hell would he keep them alive?”
“He promised! Heswore!”
“You idiot–he’sCamorra!Their word is shit!”
I didn’t bother protesting. The old bastard was right.
“He said he only wanted information!” Luciano screamed.
“And youbelieved him?TheCamorrahave wanted us dead for 25 years! You think there’s even achancehe’ll let us go?!”
Luciano broke down weeping at my feet.
Fuckin’ pussy.
The old man looked in my general direction. He was blind as a bat in the darkness. “You killed all my men?”
“Most of them. We’ll get the rest.”
“Are we going to do this in the dark?”
“I can see just fine.”
Amato grunted. “Well? What are you waiting for? Get it over with.”
“Like your son said, I want some information first.”
“And why would I fucking give it to you?” Amato sneered.
“Because you can go fast and quick, or you can go slow and painful. Not to mention what I could do to your wife and daughter right in front of you. Speaking of which – ROMEO!” I shouted.
No answer.
“Go find him and bring the girl back here,” I told Ciro.
He immediately left the room.
“Leave my daughter out of this,” Amato said, “and I’ll tell you whatever you want.”
“Okay,” I said. “Tell me everything you know about Dario Rosolini.”
In the green night vision, Amato’s face looked utterly shocked. “…what?! Why him?”
“Because he killed my father.”
“…ah,” Amato said, finally understanding. “So this is about revenge.”
“Exactly.”
“Your father was killed, what – four years ago? That’s a long time to wait.”
