Arturo snorts and opens the second stall, where Siena is curled up in a corner. He drags her out by the hair while she screams and clutches at his hands. He forces her in front of Pasini, but the woman only shrinks in fear. She does not even seem to realize who has grabbed her. She simply cries.
“Is this your fiore?” Arturo asks, aiming his gun at Siena’s head.
“I told you, if all of you are still here, then she is already gone. She was always the clever one. That one, on the other hand…”
He looks at Siena with contempt.
“What the f**k! Who hired you?”
“She could never be mine, but I wanted her…”
My hand trembles at the thought that he might be referring to Valentina.
“All I had to do was obey the Consigliere. All I had to do was obey the Capo.”
“Dante?”
“Dante and Nero were never
