Maximus
“Capo…he’s here,” Dolcezza, my right hand, muttered.
“Bring him in,” I said, pouring myself a drink and popping in two ice cubes. I watched the ice bob into the dark liquid. I heard the shuffling of footsteps, the door opening, a man screaming…the voice getting louder and louder.
“Ti prego! Ti prego, lasciami andare! Lasciami andare! Ti scongiuro… ho fatto tutto quello che mi hanno detto…!” the voice shouted.
"Stai zitto, figlio di puttana!" Dolcezza shouted, shoving the guy inside. Two others pushed him down on the floor, aiming the gun at his head.
“Capo…” Dolcezza said. I took a sip of my drink, let that alcohol burn my throat, inhaled deeply and then turned around. The guy stared up wide, fear-eyed at me, literally shaking.
“I did what you asked…” he whimpered in his
