Matteo didn’t get much further than that. No, he was dead within moments of the gun going off with a shot right between the eyes. The gun was now sitting on the table in front of me after I’d pulled it out of the drawer of my desk and fired. Not only had the piece of shit disrespected my brother, but he’d also been unwilling to listen to me. I didn’t have time or the inclination to deal with him any further.
