- My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, scanning over the text briefly. Time to go. I had to end this quickly.
- I yanked out the knife in his left palm, and this time he couldn't stifle his grunt of pain. I wiped the blade on his sleeve, dark red blood staining the material of his white shirt. "Stai soffrendo per il coltello di tuo figlio oggi. Chi lo sa? Un giorno potresti morire con il suo coltello. Don't tempt me." I threw the knife on the table next to his hands. "Matteo is the new underboss. Enzo will be my consigliere. He'll keep on handling the books. Are we happy now?"