“Well…” I shrugged and walked forward again, pushing her head up with the barrel of my Glock. “You said you did it for your family, but they’ll all be meeting you soon. I wonder how Pietro’s shoulder is doing?” I watched as the realization of what my words meant sunk in. “It feels good to be a Moretti. Can you imagine the whispers? A Costa woman by blood but a Moretti by honor slaughtered an entire mafia family with a smile on her face. I hope they let you watch in hell. It’ll be a good show.”
