Matteo was big and stupid, with a side order of mean, so most everybody gave him a wide berth. He set eyes on sixteen-year-old Elisabetta waiting tables in her grandpappy’s pizzeria. But she would have none of him, which couldn’t be allowed to go unpunished.
He waited until she finished work, and grabbed her as she walked to the subway. Spinning her to face him he backhanded her so hard her slender neck whiplashed.
She didn’t bother to take the gun out of her handbag, merely shooting his fool head off through the leather and walking gracefully away.