Chapter 39

A Dante fter I took Kat to the den to be with Joey and Anya, I called Maximo and told him the plan for dealing with Tony and Elmo. Then Lorenzo and I escorted the two sick fucks to the room in the basement. It’s concrete and soundproof and perfect for such occasions. The room is bare but we won’t need anything except the drugs, the knife and the large glass bottle of water that Maximo just brought in with him. Tony and Elmo kneel on the cold floor, trembling with fear but knowing better than to beg for their lives. All they can hope for is a quick and relatively painless death, which isn’t going to happen. “You sure you don’t want me to handle this, D? You can go be with Kat,” Maximo says. I shake my head. “I need to hear them suffer the way that she did.” “Okay, compagno,” he replies as he takes off his suit jacket and hangs it on the hook on the back of the door. Elmo and Tony shuffle back on their knees at the sight. Maximo’s reputation as an unhinged psychopath who enjoys gouging o