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ask for you to come
in, and you could’ve just let him do what he wanted to me. By the
way, he fucked me while you were out there, that’s why I really
pissed on him.”
    He gritted his teeth. “You think I’m
stupid enough to believe that?”
    “ Well, part of that
sentence is true, because you are stupid.”
    He moved closer to me, his face a breath
away. I considered head-butting him, but refrained, my face hurting
enough as it is, his strikes yesterday combined with the soldier’s
nasty.
    “ I will make you suffer as I
pull out every fingernail Frano has,” he said. “I will also break
all his fingers and toes, then beat the merda out of him in front of you.”
    Angered by his words, I rammed
my forehead into his, no longer caring about the consequences. He
yelled out and stumbled backwards, his hand going to his head. Fury
shot across his face , then his fist barreled into my nose, making me holler in
agony. But I didn’t have enough time to think about it as his hands
moved to my nipples. He squeezed them hard, causing me to scream,
the pain bringing tears to my eyes, my nipples overly
sensitive.
    He glared at me. “There’ll be more
like this until you learn to show me some respect, schiava .”
    “ Fuck you!” I spat at
him.
    He roared with anger, then
his fist
barreled into my face again, this time knocking me out
cold.
     

 
    5
    FRANO
    The Landi soldier pulled up to the
dilapidated cottage that Sophia and I used to meet in, the place
holding good memories. Though, nothing good was going to come out
of today. My gaze went to the car waiting in the driveway. It was a
long black vehicle with tinted windows. Two Donatelli soldiers were
leaning against it, both holding guns. I removed my own gun from my
jacket and shot the Landi soldier in the head, knowing he would’ve
followed me regardless of what I told him, getting Rita killed in
the process.
    The Donatelli shouted outside, demanding I
drop the gun. I did, then pushed out of the car with my hands
raised.
    “ Walk towards us slowly,” the
fatter of the two soldiers shouted. He had his gun pointed at me,
his face scared.
    I did as he asked, stopping in front
of him.
    “ Remove your jacket and throw it
on the ground,” he added.
    Again, I did what he
wanted.
    The other soldier started patting me
down. He looked barely out of his teens, the kid needing nappies
not a gun. Once finished, he jerked his head to the car. “Get in
the trunk.”
    “ I will ride up
front.”
    “ My Don’s instructions are for
you to get into the trunk.”
    “ Does your Don sit in the
trunk?”
    “ Of course
not.”
    “ Then you shouldn’t treat
me any differently.”
    “ But—”
    “ There are no buts! I’m a Don
and I demand to be treated as such around soldati .”
    “ I—”
    Moving fast, I yanked him towards me and
grabbed his gun, using his body to shield mine before the other
soldier could react. “I’ll snap his neck if you don’t concur with
my wishes,” I said, pointing the gun at the other soldier. “I’m
here willingly, so give me the common courtesy of allowing me to
ride up front.”
    “ My Don—”
    I cocked the gun. “Are you
questioning me?”
    The soldier shook his head vigorously.
“No, no, I was just going to say I have to get permission from my
Don first.”
    “ Do it, then.”
    He removed his phone from his black
jacket. He was sweating profusely, the stains under his armpits not
just from the heat. Obviously, the Donatelli were scraping the
bottom of the barrel for their soldiers, especially since I was
able to overpower them within seconds.
    A second later, he was
explaining the situation to his Don . He moved the phone away from his ear,
the shout of “Incompetents!” coming through the line loud enough
for me to hear. He put the phone back to his ear.
“ La
prego ,
Don, mi
perdoni ,” he
said, begging for forgiveness. “ Sì , we will do that. Grazie mille. ” He hung up and slipped his phone
into his back pocket, his