MY MONEY, I WANT MY MONEY PUPPETS! MY MONEY, MY MONEY, MY MONEY!!!
The one screaming those words was, as you probably have guessed, the head Mafioso, Don Pedriliano, attempting to intimidate his underlings with his shouts.
The real Pedriliano had very little in common with the kind, lenient man that Rot, my lovely Abomination, had incarnated a few pages before. He was not the type who’d forgive stealing, no matter who’d done it and was known to punish treason severely.
But first things first! Finding the money was now the most important priority in his mind.
Fabrizio, even though he was cruel to his own underlings, would become submissive and compliant when he had to deal with his powerful boss.
‘Please, godfather,’ he begged, ‘I promise I’ll do my best to find it. Those two lowlifes, the ugly one and the fatso, insist they have left it in that house. If you give me some more of our boys, I’m sure I’ll find who has the money and where it is hidden.’