Page 116 of Vita Mia

“Oooooh! Yes! I forgot about her. She tried to kill my sister. Tried to poison her. I exposed her. Giovanni was pissed about it. Yeah, he killed her. Definitely.”

“How?” the prosecutor asked.

“The butcher, that’s how. Giovanni gives all the women to Carlo to kill.”

The Générale nodded with a smug smile as if he were pleased too. That pissed Marietta off. She hated the man, making him happy in any way would never be her goal. She glared at him. There was a knock at the door. A soldier came in and whispered something to the Générale. That smug smile of satisfaction slipped away from his face. He got up in a huff and stormed out.

“How long do we have to do this? Half of the people on this wall I’ve never met or seen. I’ve told you enough about how it works. Besides, I thought we were going to get Giovanni for killing my Lorenzo?” Marietta said. “What is this shit?”

“We can take a break.” The prosecutor said in defeat.

Marietta stood.

“Wait, I need you to sign something,” the prosecutor instructed.

“What?”

“It’s very simple. This is the statement you will read to the press,” the assistant prosecutor handed the document over to her. It was written in Italian “You confirm that this is the truth. That you were not coerced into saying anything shared within this office.”

Marietta snatched the paper and read it. This was the original statement she gave to the Générale when he convinced her he would help her get revenge. She smirked. “I shared that information under duress. I believe it is mostly true but I want it revised.”

The prosecutor frowned and looked over to Dr. Marchetti for an explanation.

“You will sign the document,” the prosecutor insisted. “As is.”

“Maybe,” Marietta smirked. “But I’m not reading no damn statement to the press. I can speak for myself. When do we do it? I’m ready.”

The Générale walked back in. “We don’t!”

“What is it?” the prosecutor asked.

“Take her out of here,” the Générale commanded of his men.

“Who the hell you talking to like that? I’m not in that mental shit hole anymore Captain Kangaroo. You don’t order me around!” Marietta snapped.

The Générale glared at her as if he would strike her.

“Go ahead. Hit me. Because I’ll stand in front of the world and hit you right back!” Marietta smiled.

“Take her!” the prosecutor said. The doctor walked over and gently persuaded Marietta to walk out with her. She tossed a sly wink to the Générale before she left.

“What is it?” the prosecutor asked.

“The underboss,” The Générale said. He pointed to the picture of Renaldo. It had pictures of his wife and children from their passport photos underneath. “He’s dead.”

“Dead? How?”

“That fucking psycho warden of yours in Poggioreale. And the other one! Nico! He’s been released by your magistrate.”

“When?” she picked up the phone to make a call to confirm the information.

“Go ahead. Make the call. It’s too late! It’s already happened. I told you, I needed them in Rome. If I don’t move Giovanni Battaglia to Rome we lose all of this!”

The prosecutor nodded. “Okay. Let me see what I can do.”

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