"The other mafia families—ones even bigger than the Gambinos—they know who I am. They know I keep Luna out of this life. She's the only thing that gives me peace. The only happiness I have left. And you're trying to drag her into it? You're trying to let her know the kind of life I live?"
"I hate this job. You think I enjoy this? You think I love killing? I wish I could leave, but I can't. I'm trapped in this world. And now you want her to see me for what I really am?"
"You'll never understand. You've never been disgraced in public. You've never been looked at like filth. I remember when I was fifteen… I had a crush on a girl. My clothes were rags, but I still walked up to her. You know what she said? She said she doesn't talk to criminals."
"That's when I knew I had to change my life. But there were no choices. That's why I joined the mafia. That's why I became an assassin. I didn't want to—I had to."
"But you… you killed your own father. A man who never made you suffer. A man who was like a father to me too. You did it just to take power. You betrayed your own blood."
Have you ever been betrayed by someone you loved? I don't kill because I want to—I kill because I don't have a choice. I want to survive. I want to make it. That's why I did what I did. Because I had no other way. But you… you're different. You're not desperate—you're evil.
"And now you want Luna to know what I am? That I'm part of this life? You crossed a line, and you're going to regret it."
"In this city, there's one rule we all agreed on: the wife stays out of the business. Always. You know that. You swore that. And now you're breaking it?"
"You'll pay for this," Matteo said, his voice trembling with rage. "That's a line you should've never crossed."
Matteo kept punching him—punching Mario—each blow driving him backward. Mario tried to fight back, but he was no match. Matteo was just too powerful. The sound of his fists colliding with Mario's face echoed through the room, sharp and brutal.
Matteo didn't stop. He kept swinging, again and again, making sure every strike connected. His knuckles slammed into Mario's face with relentless force. He wanted Mario to feel pain—real pain—because Mario had never felt it before.
Mario, the head of the Gambino family, had always lived a life of privilege and power. He'd even killed his own father to seize control. But now, for the first time, he was on the receiving end of true violence.
And Matteo wasn't done.
He never had to work for anything. He had never felt this kind of pain in his life. Matteo wasn't even using his full strength—he knew that if he did, Mario would die instantly. Every punch was measured, controlled, brutal—but not enough to knock him out. Matteo wanted him conscious. He wanted him to feel every second of it.
Mario's face was covered in blood. His nose was shattered, his mouth leaking red, and his eyes were beginning to swell shut.
"Have you forgotten?" Matteo growled. "You're forgetting who I am. You don't know who you're dealing with. I told you—I don't need anyone by my side. I am that man. I was trained to be alone, to survive alone. If I go to war, I fight my own war."
He grabbed Mario by the throat and lifted him clean off the ground. The room echoed with the strain, with the weight of violence in the air. And Matteo wasn't done.
He slammed Mario to the floor with so much force the entire room shook. Mario was barely conscious now, struggling to rise—but Matteo stomped his head back down.
"This is how it's supposed to be," Matteo said, baring his teeth in a grim, twisted smile. "You belong under my feet."
Then he stepped back, wound up, and kicked Mario in the ribs, sending him flying forward once more. Mario's body was finished—his mind couldn't even keep up anymore.
He couldn't take it anymore. Mario's body had finally given out—he lost consciousness.
Matteo stood over him, seething with rage, and began slamming his fists into Mario's back. Then, without mercy, he started pounding on his head. His mouth curled into a sinister grin, his teeth bared wide in a twisted, almost evil way. There was no hesitation now—he was deep into a killing spree, consumed by fury. Even though Mario was unconscious, Matteo didn't stop. He kept smashing his head, again and again.