It was a normal night for Kenny. He was sitting in his new apartment having some drinks by himself and smoking a cigarette, it was around 11 PM when he heard his phone ringing. He got up from his couch, wondering who could be calling him this late in the night. He walks towards the phone and picks it up. It was Jukera_Dale.

"Kenny, I got some info for you. It's about the Clementes." When Kenny heard the name Clemente he got filled with anger. His scars started to ache again. He held the phone with such force that he was nearly impressed that it didn't broke in his hands. "Don Clemente's oldest son, Bruno, is in Detroit. Vice is heading over to your apartment with the address. Be careful." Kenny thanked Jukera then hang up the phone. He quickly vested some clothes and donned his rain coat. He heard a knock on the door and quickly walked over it. He opened and it was Vice.

"Hey bro, get ready. We are going after a Clemente. You're driving." Kenny grabbed his revolver, it was near the door on a little table. Kenny quickly went down the stairs and Vice following him, asking questions.

"I'll tell you all about it on the car, hurry up."

They finally arrived at the garage, Vice quickly opened the car and got in, Kenny did the same. Vice started the engine then drove off into the night.

Kenny was smoking a cigarette on the passenger seat. He took drag after drag. He was very nervous, it was the Clemente clan who had captured him and his brother, Anthony, in Sicily. This man, Bruno Clemente, was the responsible for torturing Kenny and Anthony for hours until Gaetano stormed the warehouse alone and rescued them. Vice is driving pretty fast, Kenny ordered him to. The man could feel the wind strike his hair, the damn thing was driving him insane so he threw the cigarette out of the window then closed it.

"So, I'll give you the short version." Kenny moved a bit in the seat then started explaining to Vice.

"This guy we are going after captured me in Sicily after Gaetano fucked our operation up. We were supposed to take him out but Gaetano saw him and lost his mind, blew our cover and me and my brother were captured. They tortured us asking for information. We didn't break." Kenny placed his hand on his chest where were most of his scars, he could feel the pain again. He was full of scars of that day. They did some work on him. Even cut off his toe. He went back to telling the story.

"Anthony behaved. I didn't. I fought back. They gave me their worse. All I can remember is Gaetano storming the warehouse and rescuing us."

They were near the address already. Vice parked the car and they proceeded walking. Kenny could see the place already. He counted two bodyguards on the door, inside of the house could be more, but he didn't cared.

"Get in the house by the back. I'll take care of the guards and get in by the front. Go."

Kenny saw Vice sneaking to the back of the house. He planned to do the same, but he was filled with rage already just to think about what happened to him. He grabbed his revolver and started walking quickly towards the bodyguards. He was so enraged that he didn't even cared that he could be killed. The guards noticed him and drew their weapons, but Kenny was fast. He took two clean shots, hitting their heads. The guards dropped dead. If there was some more guards inside, they would already be alerted. Kenny reached the door and kicked it open with. He stormed in with his gun ready. He saw another guard by the kitchen and took another shot at him. He fell on the ground, still alive. He could see Vice through the window getting in.

Vice entered the house now and saw another guard, he fired some shots at him, he dropped dead. Kenny could hear a woman screaming behind a door, he quickly paced towards it and kicked it open. There he was, Bruno Clemente. Trying to escape through the window. Kenny tried to shoot him but the woman jumped on Kenny like a monkey, she scratched and bit him. Kenny couldn't loose time. He shoved the woman away from him and fired three shots at her. Kenny normally wouldn't kill a woman but he wasn't in control of himself anymore. Bruno opened the window and tried to run away. Kenny threw his revolver at the ground and jumped out of the window, breaking it in a million pieces. He rolled in the ground and got up quickly. He started chasing the man.

Bruno Clemente had become a very fat man, what made things easy for Kenny. It didn't took too much time for him to catch up. He got close enough and jumped at him, tackling the man into the ground. Kenny mounted on top of him and started to punch his face like crazy. Vice followed them and just watched Kenny beat up the dude. Kenny was surely going to kill him.

"Boss!" Screamed Vice, trying to grab Kenny. "You're gonna kill him! Stop!" Vice grabbed him and Kenny shoved him away, Vice fell on the ground and quickly got up. He knew Kenny very well. He knows that he looses control when he is enraged. He kicked Kenny away from Bruno who was knocked out. He use a technique he learn in England to immobilize Kenny.

"Boss! Don't forget you need to interrogate that guy!" That seemed to calm Kenny up a bit. He shoved Vice away from him again. He got up then looked at Vice. He nodded then walked towards Bruno Clemente. With a lot of difficulty and with the help of Vice, he grabbed his unconscious body and dragged him all the way to the car. Vice opened the trunk and they placed Bruno there, closing it afterwards. They entered the car and Vice started the engine.

"To the warehouse brother." 

They arrived at the warehouse around 1AM. Kenny left the car with Vice and they walked towards the trunk. Vice opened it and helped Kenny to grab the Clemente, carrying him into the warehouse.

"Get some ropes to tie this fat fucker up." Bruno was still unconscious and they carried him to the middle of the warehouse and threw him on the ground. Kenny walked towards a iron chair that he stored there for.. well, torture. He grabbed the thing then walked back to Clemente, who was waking up. Vice arrived with the ropes. Kenny placed the chair and grabbed Bruno, placing him on the chair. Vice tied him up nice and tight.

"Remember me?" Kenny slapped him on the face and he fully woke up. "You have one chance. Where. Is. Your. Father. Hiding?" Kenny leaned a bit closer to Bruno to hear what he had to say. He just spit on Kenny's face. Kenny cleaned it up and punched him, right on the nose. He fell with the chair on the ground.

"Get him up. I have to make a call." He said to Vice as he walked towards his office. He opened the door and grabbed the phone, he dialed Gaetano's number. He didn't pick up. Kenny called again and this time he picked up.

"I have Bruno. Come to the warehouse, now."

Kenny grabbed two bottles of whiskey then headed back to Vice and Clemente. He pulled up a chair and took a seat. He cracked up the bottle of whiskey and just sat there, eyeing Bruno and taking some sips while waiting for Gaetano.

To understand how we came to this situation, it is necessary to understand that the province of Palermo was a tangle of families, many hostile to each other. Dancing between crime and poverty, some families had been fighting deadly over the years. It was pretty much the case of the Russo's and the Clemente's. Both clans were extensive and ambitious and, especially in the last years, they fought ferociously for a part of the territory of the great province.

The Clemente's cosca were led by the old Don Clemente and his sons, who were currently trying to sweep the Russo's out of the territory for life. They were all ruthless men and of course they knew that to succeed in their war for power, they had to eliminate the Russo's who lived in America: Kenny and Gaetano. For that, from what it seemed, Don Clemente had sent the oldest son, Bruno, to America, to do the service. The problem was that the Don had eventually underestimated the strength the Russo's had acquired in the States and sent only a few men to accompany his son. With eyes and ears everywhere, Kenny eventually discovered the location of the rival men.

(...)

After having sex with his goomah in his room at the The Sleeping Giants Apartament, Gaetano was enjoying a cigarette, lying in bed and caressing the woman's head. The strident noise of the telephone interrupted him.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" the goomah asked, looking at him.

"Nah. It's probably nothing." he replied, smiling.

The phone started ringing again. Two attempts? It was probably something. Gaetano reached for the telephone and answered. He said nothing, just listened and hung up.

"I gotta go." he said, getting up in a hurry.

"So soooon?" the goomah asked, with a falsely disconsolate voice.

"Yeah. Be a nice girl and don't be here in the morning, alright?" he said, finishing dressing. Blinking at her, he pulled on his coat and left.

As he walked to his car, he was mentally pointing out the address Kenny had given him not to forget. While driving to the place, he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the long night ahead.

Gaetano parked his car outside Kenny's warehouse. The place was an old building of high walls, and contrasted perfectly with the gray industrial area around it. With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he got out of the car and looked around. The night was silent, except for a factory siren echoing away.

He opened the car's trunk and picked up a heavy toolbox that was inside. Then, he firmly closed the trunk and turned toward the large entrance gate of the warehouse. He had been there a few times before and knew the place quite well. He pushed the gate and got it only open enough for him to pass, then closed it again.

The place was dimly lit. The biggest source of illumination was the moonlight that invaded the high broken windows. At the other end of the site, he could see some silhouettes. Kenny, Jukera and Vice were standing near a chair where Bruno Celemente was bound. Gaetano walked slowly toward them, his footsteps echoing through the warehouse.

When he got close enough, he just nodded to his family mates, in a quick greeting, then turned his attention to Bruno. The man had some bruises on his face and a tape covering his mouth.

Gaetano and Bruno knew each other very well. As long as Gaetano could remember, they had always been rivals. Since childhood. Of course, as they grew up, such rivalry became more ferocious and almost deadly. Both were men of reputation in the province of Palermo. They had a lot in common, and they had attacked each other's lives a few times. And there they were now, in front of each other. Bruno was also a torturer. He had even tortured the Russo brothers in the past, Anthony and Kenny. But now the roles had been reversed and for the first time, Bruno was in the hands of the Russo's. He was about to discover the real reason why Gaetano was called Fra Diavolo.

Gaetano put the toolbox on the floor and approached Bruno. 

"Bruno, Bruno. Molto tempo non ci vediamo!" he said, sarcastic. "How have you been? How is your family?"

In the face of Bruno's death glare, Gaetano smiled. He was beginning his torture process for information. It would definitely be very difficult to get Bruno to talk. Either way, he would enjoy the moment.

"You remember Kenny here, do not you? My cousin? I'm sure you remember. You tore off his toe...Tsk tsk tsk. I think you know I would be unfair if I did not tore yours too, right Bruno? We gotta start this on an...equal footing - no pun intended."

Laughing at his own joke, Gaetano turned to the toolbox and opened it. Decided, he picked up a diagonal plier and turned back to Bruno. He bent down next to Bruno's legs, which were tied tightly, and ripped off the man's right shoe and sock. Without hesitation, he cut off Bruno's little toe with the plier. Bruno tried to kick him, but failed, for being tied up. He tried to scream, but only managed to growl, for being gagged. Gaetano wiped the blood from his hand on Bruno's pants and stood up.

"Ok, now we can handle business. How do you feel sitting in that chair, old friend? I know you'd love to be in my place right now. You were very good at it, were not you?"

Gaetano stared at Bruno, bending to bring his face closer to his.

"When you're ready to talk where can I find your father, blink twice and I'll know. I just want to talk to him, Bruno. Make things right among our families. Make a deal. But your old papa just wants blood, blood, blood. He refuses to meet us."

Gaetano shrugged and turned to the toolbox again. This time he took a long and thin needle.

"Have you ever used needles, Bruno? To be honest, I only found out about them recently. The interesting thing is that it is a very old technique. Used since middle age or something like that. They used to prick the needles under the nails of the victims and push it slowly. The pain is very high and causes very little bleeding. It's a good technique. Let me show you."

He grabbed one of Bruno's hands tightly, keeping his index finger straight. Then he stuffed the needle under Bruno's nail and began to push it, causing the needle to slowly penetrate Bruno's finger. Bruno's eyes fluttered as he tried to scream.

As Gaetano pushed the needle, Bruno fainted. Gaetano laughed.

"Stay with me, pezzo di merda!" he shouted, and slapped Bruno's face, bringing him back to consciousness.

Bruno was not so angry now. His eyes were beginning to show some fear, but it was not enough yet. Gaetano was getting more agitated, because of the excitement.

"Where is your papa, Bruno?" he sarcastically asked. As the man stood quiet, without signaling that he would speak, Gaetano nodded. "Ok."

He reached for the toolbox again and picked up another needle. The other one was still skewered under Bruno's nail. Without saying a word, he grabbed Bruno's other hand and repeated the proccess, stuffing the needle under his nail again. The man almost suffocated trying to scream. Gaetano stopped pressing. He gently patted Bruno on the shoulder.

"Are you thirsty?" he asked. Without waiting for any kind of answer, he turned to Vice and said "Hey, Vice, can you get me some water, pal?"

Vice hurried to get a gallon full of water, which he delivered to Gaetano. Gaetano immediately grabbed Bruno's head by the hair and pulled it back. Then he began pouring water over Bruno's covered mouth and the man began to drown and choke.

...

Almost two hours had elapsed. Bruno had fainted again. He was deplorable. Half of his ear was detached from the head, there was a lot of blood in his clothes, his nose was broken besides several cuts and abrasions by the body and a few fingers less on the foot and hands. He did not have much time left. Gaetano, with difficulty, woke the man again and Bruno began to blink non stop. That was their signal.

"Ok, ok. I'll let you talk. I do not want to hear screams."

Gaetano took out the gag from Bruno's mouth. The man gasped and took his time before speaking.

"Gaetano, if you think I'm going...to tell you where my father...is...you are a fool."

Gaetano was expecting that. He knew that man very well, so, he just smiled and nodded.

"But I can give you...my uncle. If you let me...get out...of here...alive. I can...give you...Quintu Clemente."

Gaetano nodded again. 

"Go ahead."

From the outset he knew Bruno would not hand over his father, but he did not expect him to turn over his uncle either. Something was happening in the Clemente's clan and he planned to take advantage of it.

"My...uncle. He...he is hidding up in the hills...in Cefala Diana...in the north."

Gaetano glanced at Kenny and nodded. Without a word, he lit a cigarette, picked up his toolbox, and turned away. His service there was finished and he had a lot of plans to make with the new information.

Kenny just sat back on his chair and enjoyed the show. He wanted to torture Bruno himself, but with his violent ways he would just end up killing the man without getting any information. Gaetano on the other hand, had been doing that for a long time in Sicily. He had already worked on some of the most high ranked Clemente's members, but after the torture, Kenny planned on having a one on one time with Bruno. Kenneth sat on his chair, drank from his bottle of whiskey, smoked a few cigarettes. He never stopped looking at Bruno. The whole two hours of torture, Kenny just stood there, staring at him, enjoying the view. Every time that blood dripped from Bruno, Kenny would open up a maniac smile on the corner of his mouth.

Finally, Gaetano was able to break Bruno. Kenny got up from his chair and slowly approached them. As Gaetano took the gag from Bruno's mouth, Kenny crossed his arms and stood there, listening. When Bruno first spoke, he refused to give information about his father. Kenny quickly felt an anger inside of him, almost jumping on Bruno and killing him, but then he started talking again, this time giving information about his uncle. "Quintu Clemente.." Kenny mumbled to himself, trying to remember where he heard that name. He was sure that he heard that name in Sicily, but nothing else comes to his mind. Gaetano glances at Kenny, signaling that his job there was done. He grabbed his toolbox and just left the warehouse. Kenny eyed him leaving then slowly turned his gaze at Bruno.

"My turn." Kenny said while taking off his coat. He slowly walked towards the chair where he was seated and placed the coat in the back of it. Without breaking eye contact with Bruno, he took off his shirt and placed it on the seat of the chair. He slowly walked towards Bruno and stopped in front of him.

"Do you see this?" Kenny placed his index finger on his chest and slid it down towards his stomach, showing Bruno the scars he gave him. Kenny turned around, this time showing Bruno his back who was full of scars too. "You'll pay for that."

"But... we had a deal!" Bruno mustered all his force to scream. Kenny just ignored. He turned his body, facing Bruno again. He reached for his pockets and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. He grabbed one cigarette and lit it, then placed it on his lips. He took a drag out of it, still staring at Bruno. Kenny tilted over his head to Jukera and said.

"Get the hammer." As Bruno heard that, he started begging for his life. Kenny just ignored it again. He grabbed the gag who was on the floor and placed violently on his mouth. "Shut up." Kenny said, shoving the blaze of his cigarette on Bruno's forehead. Kenny threw the extinguished cigarette on the floor and lit another one. By that time, Jukera already had already arrived with the hammer. Kenny grabbed it started staring the hammer, looking at Bruno with the corner of his eye. With the cigarette dangling on his lips, he started walking behind Bruno, slowly. He softly hit the hammer on his hand while walking, with every hit, the noise made Bruno shrug in fear.

Behind Bruno now, Kenny said nothing. With the cigarette still on his lips, Kenny strengthened his grip on the hammer and mustered all his force before driving the hammer at full speed on Bruno's head. The noise from the impact and Bruno's skull cracking echoed all around the warehouse. Kenny pulled the hammer out of Bruno's head and stared at it. Blood dripping down from the hammer, Kenny took a satisfying sniff out of the mixture of metal and blood before driving the hammer into Bruno's head again. He pulled the hammer out of his skull one more time, with his hands full of blood, he took a long drag out of his cigarette, staring at the hole in Bruno's skull. He puffed the smoke out of his lungs then gave one more blow in his head, burying the hammer in his skull. Breathing heavily and fully satisfied, Kenny walked towards an old rag and grabbed it. He started cleaning the blood from his hands and chest.

"Get rid of his body." He said to Jukera and Vice, wiping the blood out of his neck. Without any more words, Kenny walked towards the chair where he was seated ealier, grabbed his shirt and his coat then left the warehouse without looking back.