Chapter 74

~Martha~

Antonio Guerra doesn’t like repetitions, just like his nephew, so I went straight to the point: "Dante, my son is hopeless and needs your help." He looked annoyed. He took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of white smoke from his mouth.

"You gave birth to a little wimp, didn’t you?" I should slap him for calling my son a wimp, but then he doesn’t know the real story: "A weakling just like his father, I told you to bring that boy home so I could train him the Guerra way, but now he is hopeless. Have you ever witnessed a Guerra who was completely hopeless in your life?" He pounded his fist firmly on the table and said, "Questa è la merda che ottieni sposando un uomo debole." (This is the shit you get for marrying a weak man) he said as he led me to the dining room.

"Non mancherai di rispetto a mio marito" (You will not disrespect my husband)

"Husband, you call that..." I didn’t let him finish what he was about to say.

"Un’altra parola dalla tua bocca e ti schi