“I’ll kill you both.”
“With me you can try right now.”
Marcello left the lamppost in a rush, but, with a kind of death rattle, he bit his clenched right fist until it bled.
“I love you too much, I can’t do it.”
“Then get your brother, your father to do it, some friend, maybe they’re capable. But make it clear to all of them that you had better kill me first. Because if you touch anyone else while I’m alive, I will kill you, and you know I will, starting with you.”