“Hey, you think I’m a psycho, you should see Dante Salvatore when he’s been crossed. Cavolo, they call him the Devil of NYC for a reason.” He reached up again to squeeze Ethan’s bloody cheeks in one hand then turned his head to face me lingering in the doorway. “You fuck with Elena, you should know, that’s you fucking with him. And he’ll do a lot worse than I would, capisci?”
