PABLO
Gabriele does not hesitate to shoot the man in his arms. That is my Don right there. This is the same man I met many years ago when his life was a mess. No one dared to provoke him, yet he was not even a mafia. His aura and demeanour said a lot about him. He was a man living with pain and he would not talk to anyone about it.
That man was Gabriele Ferrari. This is Gabriele Ferrari; the devil himself.
“What’s up, Scar-Face; or should I call you the Boogie-Face, Boogieman? I think Boogie-Face is sticking; God, my wife is good. So, I have been listening to your conversation with my wife, and I must say, it was very interesting. I am here now, let’s talk man to man, you and I,”
I am hiding behind one of the cars with my gun pointed at him, just in case he tries to hurt Fiorella a
