Page 248 of Mafia Kings: Valentino

And then he spat in Vicari’s face.

I froze.

I was expecting the Don to pull out a gun and empty it into the guy’s head.

Instead, Vicari slowly stood up, the very picture of calmness.

He pulled out a handkerchief…

Wiped the bloody spittle from his face…

And then said coldly, “One more question. Were you working with Fausto Rosolini, too?”

I looked at Don Vicari in shock.

What the fuck?!

Where did THAT come from?!

Theconsiglierelooked up at me. Seeing my confused reaction, he didn’t know what to do.

“…I… what…?” he wheezed.

“I guess not,” Vicari said.

Then he stepped back –

Swung the kerosene lantern overhead –

And smashed it down on theconsigliere’shead.

The glass broke –

And flaming liquid engulfed the man’s body.

“AAAAAAAAGHHH!” he screamed.

I staggered backwards in terror.

Don Vicari stood there and watched the man writhe in his chains as the fire consumed him.

As a last little touch, Vicari threw the handkerchief – the one he’d wiped off the spit with – onto the man’s back and watched it burn.

The smell of charred meat filled my nose –

And it was all I could do to keep from vomiting.

I reallyhadbeen transported to Hell.

Don Vicari waited until theconsigliereslumped over for the last time.

He was still on fire – but all that was left was a charred husk of a corpse.

Vicari looked over his shoulder at the foot soldier and said, “Get that cleaned up.”

Like he had spilled a bit of milk in the kitchen.

Then he turned back to me. “Well, I guess you were telling the truth.”

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