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and he wanted to inflict it himself. With The Don's permission, Vincenzo was given free rein to dispose of him in any way he wished.
    I didn’t have a sister, but there were a number of young women in our famiglia , like Grace, who this could have happened to.
    Lorena was one of them. Vincenzo was a blood relative to Sebastiano and Nonna Angela was his grandmother too. I couldn’t imagine what Vincenzo was going through. If it was Sebastiano and someone assaulted and raped his 'baby girl', he’d go nuts. Fuck, I'd go crazy if it was Lorena. It was bad enough that it had happened to sweet Grace. Either way, it happened to a member of our family. If anyone gets hurt, we dealt with it.
    Grace had only just turned twenty-one when it happened. She was going through counselling with the help of Lorena and Sierra. Vincenzo and Grace only had each other. Their parents passed away a few years ago in a car accident while in Italy, not long after their other sister overdosed. Vincenzo became her guardian as well as being taken under Sebastiano's wing. Nonna was always there for them, but she knew Vincenzo needed to become the man in the family. She couldn't mollycoddle them both. Especially with the mafia ties they had. Vincenzo never had the opportunity to unleash his vengeance on Dobson. From what I witnessed, Dobson was most definitely getting his long awaited punishment. Vincenzo had beaten him beyond recognition. I always thought Vincenzo was squeamish. It was amazing what rage could do. It could flick a light off in seconds. Vincenzo seemed unstoppable.
    Unconscious and limp, Dobson looked like he was dead already. With a thick piece of rope secured around his wrists and ankles, his arms were spread out above his head. It looked like Vincenzo had everything under control.
    "Stefano, pass me that can," Vincenzo ordered him.
    "Here ya go." Sadistically grinning, Stefano gladly handed him the can, along with a white towel, to Vincenzo.
    Pungent liquid was poured over Dobson's head by Vincenzo. He sputtered and came back around from his unconscious state. Vincenzo caught the towel Stefano threw at him and wiped his hands clean of any residue. He swiped the towel across his sweaty face and ripped off his bloodstained tank to dry the beads of perspiration trickling down his chest. It seemed I wouldn’t partake in any of the action after all. I watched as he grabbed a pair of leather cesti from his satchel, slipped them on, and moved back to his victim.
    Shit, where did he get those fuckers from? Last time I saw a pair of those was in my old man’s shed and in the movies. My father had been a master at making his own weapons. Vincenzo secured the leather strap more securely around his wrist and proudly paraded the metal studs and spikes attached to it in front of Dobson, ready for gladiatorial combat.
    “Don't, please, don't do it. I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Please, stop. Please,” Dobson sputtered. Blood flowed from his nose and mouth, dripping down his chest and onto the ground. Vincenzo ignored his plea and swung out without answering, connecting the cesti with his face. Dobson screamed out in agony and struggled on his restraints and then he stopped, slumped, and stilled. Blood was a continuous flow from him and a small pool formed on the floor beneath him.
    “You’re sorry and you want me to STOP? Why the fuck should I stop? Did you stop when my sister asked you to? If Stefano hadn’t arrived when he did, you would've killed her, you fucker," Vincenzo said, rage overpowering him. "Unfortunately for you, I don't know what the word STOP means."
    Christ, the rage on Vincenzo's face was almost equal to Sebastiano's when he was angry. Maybe even close to mine. Stefano stepped up beside me, handing me a glass of scotch, a gun and my trademark leather gloves.
    “Vincenzo, he's almost half dead. You either finish him off or I'm going to take over," I said angrily. I fucking hated that Vincenzo was taking so long to kill the