I think you’ve forgotten what kind of man I am.
Let me remind you.
Tell Milochka I have not forgotten her.
My hands start shaking.
I read it again.
He knows my name.
My real name.
He knows I’m Cosa Nostra, and where Mila is.
He called Yelena “that stupid bitch.”
He kept her cross.
A trophy.
A threat.
I’m coming for her.
The control I’ve been holding for three years.
Gone.
I throw the chair into the wall and the wood explodes.
Not enough.
I punch the wall.
Once.
Twice.
My knuckles split open, blood hot on my hand.
A hole in the wall.
Still not enough.
I can’t breathe, my chest is crushing, my vision blurring, and he knows who I am and where she is and he is coming for her.
I’m on my knees.
The cross is still in my left hand.
Blood from my knuckles dripping onto the floor.
I can’t fucking breathe.
Marco’s voice.
Sharp. Capo command.