Bab 47: Chapter 47: Decisions are Made

Diego’s POV

“A test,” Aldo said, pressing a cold gun to my hands.

I let the gun rest in the palm of my hand, recognizing the weapon immediately. My uncles Smith and Wesson, the weight of the gun was heavier than my Glock.

But Aldo Russo liked the bulkiness of the Smith and Wesson. He enjoyed the intimidation of its size. It was the same gun he made me use when I took my first life.

“Weigh the consequences, my boy,” Aldo said, stepping back into the damp basement. “Take in the men in front of you.”

“Aldo this is a little extreme for you...” Petrov’s disgusted voice rose up behind me.

“...Are we not to be judge and jury?” Aldo interrupted stretching his arms out wide.

“Who are these men?” Costa asks.

“They are a representation of men who have wronged me,” Aldo said as he rounded back around the first man sitting in the chair.

“This is all a little dramatic don’t you think, Aldo?” Petrov feigned boredom.