I could ruin him with just this image because I know who the girls are, too.
“The girl sucking his dick is fifteen. Tell me how fucking respectable he is now.” I throw the picture in her face, and she continues to cry.
“This can’t be true.”
“It is. What you need is a better husband.”
Cristiano tsks, and I look up at him.
“Our man is home.” He pulls out his gun, and Gabriella shakes even more.
I move away from her and wait by the living room door. I don’t want to give Bernardo the chance to run away only because I’m not in the mood to chase anybody tonight.
I hear the front door open, then a moment later, his heavy footsteps sound on the concrete floors.
He calls out announcing his arrival in Portuguese then walks mindlessly into the living room carrying a briefcase.
When the motherfucker notices me, it’s too late for him to take a breath.
I grab him before he can even think to and shove him against the wall.
“Holá, Bernardo,” I bark in his face.
“Alejandro, what… what do you want?” His eyes dart from my face to looking around the room.
When he sees Cristiano and Eric, his skin pales, but when he sees his wife on the sofa crying and shaking her head at him, the color returns and he tries to get away from me.
“How could you?” she spits. “I gave you the best years of my life, and you cheated on me.”
“Don’t listen to anything they say,” he protests.
She holds up the picture I gave her, and that stops him from going any further in his denial.
“You fool,” I growl, shoving him into the wall again.
He’s a big guy, the same size as me and maybe a similar build, but I’m solid muscle and two hundred pounds of rage.
“Let go of me,” he throws back. He manages a punch to my face, but that’s all I allow. It was so I could get a little closer and floor him.
He shouts from the pain but still tries to get away. That’s when I yank him up, move him over to the coffee table, and throw my knife into his hand.
Blood splatters as he cries out in agony. But to show him I’m here for serious business, I pull out my gun and hold it to his neck.
Gabriella is screaming, but one hard look from me makes her stop.
“I will kill you, Bernardo. Do not think for one minute I won’t do it. Don’t make that fucking mistake.”
“What do you want? Last time, I told you I don’t have any information for you.”
“You fucking liar. You’ve just come back from Campania. Visiting your Camorra friends.” It’s now he looks terrified, but he doesn’t answer me. “What business do you have there?”
“Nothing.”
I strike him across his cheek with the back of my gun, and he yelps.
I hold the gun to his head now, and he stills.
“Tell me what business you had in Campania.”