Massimo
“Any guesses why that guy would want to off you?” Salvo asks as he pours two fingers of whiskey into a tumbler and passes it to me.
“He tried to steal from me on a few occasions. So I took it upon myself to relieve him of one of his possessions.”
“In prison? What was it? Money? Cigarettes?”
I take a long sip and relish the burn down my throat. “His spleen.”
The leg of the chair I used for my handiwork caused significant gastrointestinal perforation. And that ensured the bastard would have to s**t in a plastic bag for the rest of his life. So yeah, he had a grudge against me. Except there is no way he could have known I was out, much less be able to find me in a matter of days. Not without help. As soon as we got back to the house, I had Peppe check the car for bugs. He located
