“Why do I have the feeling you really want to put a bullet in my head?”
“You think you’re powerful, but without your surname you’re nothing!”
“You think that offends me? A Man of Honor without roots is nothing, Pasini. Of course I’m deeply rooted in mine—but you? You have no honor, no relevance, and you are completely disposable, even to whoever dragged you into this,” I say while his nostrils flare and he shakes his head, rejecting my words.
“Finally!” Arturo complains as he walks into the warehouse. “My turn?”
“All yours.”
“What do we have so far?”
“He thinks he’s important, untouchable, or something similar, and nothing convinces him he’s just another piece of s**t,” I answer, fully aware that pride is the man’s weakness. Being irrelevant frightens him almost more than death itsel
