Luciano turned to Vittorio. "Vitto?"
"Luce."
"Give the boy a befitting punishment and a response. It's all in your hand," he said, and began walking away.
Elio tried his charming smile on Vittorio, but it faltered when the man remained unsmiling.
He quickly remembered this wasn't Luciano.
"SignorVitto–"
Before he could even complete his sentence, Vittorio held him by the shoulder, and began leading him away.
"Good luck bro!" Marcelo screamed at him.
"Bastard!" He replied loud enough for him and everyone else to hear.
They all cracked with laughter, knowing he was pissed as hell but there was nothing he could do about it.
When late afternoon arrived, Elio, looking like he had crossed through ten deserts and developed a hunchback, trudged towards his room.
He had just crossed one of the opened doors of Luciano's office room, when Luciano spotted him.
"Agnello?"
He paused, and turned slowly with his neck first.
