Chapter 33

(Filippo Valentini)

I pull out a chair and sit down opposite Ruan, the waiter who made an attempt on my life and Renata's at the party. He is hanging by three chains, two on his hands and one on his neck. He can only touch the tips of his feet to the ground, so as not to hang himself to death.

“Good evening, are you comfortable?” I ask, watching the blood dripping through the openings of the bullets I've accepted in him.

“You son of a bitch!” He spits, melting my imported shoes.

I signal with my hand, and Lucca hits him in the legs with a hot iron club. The base of the club is made of wood, which doesn't hurt the hands of my right arm down here.

“Ah!” Ruan cries out in pain, his knees bend and the chain around his neck begins to hang him, struggling, he manages to balance himself again.

“Twenty years old, son of a drug dealer, mother beaten to death for betraying his father, older brother, soldier for the Onore mafia,” I start to tell the things I know about him, take out my cell phon