He couldn’t look away from the sight before him as he walked sideways towards his father.
“That’s right. You see me. Me. My f*****g face is the one you listen to you, you useless piece of s**t. Mine!” She punched him hard, and he fell backwards wrapping his hands around his head protectively. “You’re f*****g lucky you have a kid who needs you and a boss who feels sorry for you. I want you dead. Because of you, Greco found an angle, and he shot at our Don. The Don! Not some f*****g low life, the Don!” She booted him again. She dragged him by the hair across the room and shoved him at Ermano’s feet, “apologize.”
The pure rage on Giada Amalfi’s face was something to behold and she ignored his presence as if he were the dirt beneath his shoes, making Cipriano straighten his spine. Tulio and
