Chapter Seventeen

He said cruelly turning away as they staggered shakily from the room when they closed the door he looked at the four men, ‘Ti è piaciuto il mio piccolo regalo? [Did you enjoy my little gift?] He asked his eyes hard and all four men nodded zipping up their pants and reaching for their glasses of whisky, grinning smugly at each other not caring in the least about the women they had just abused. The four of them represented his deadliest enemies, they had accepted his invitation that night thinking it was an act of conciliation on his part. When he had offered them the women they had accepted happily thinking they had been correct none of them saw him draw his gun. ‘Pensavo che avresti potuto farlo e pensavi che fosse il mio modo d