Slow burn PART 2

Chapter 24 (Renzo's POV)

         I stood in the window overlooking the prison yard and the inmates who were playing basketball amongst themselves. My hands were behind my back like I was observing. When I heard the door swing open I turned casually to a frazzled warden. 

"Mr. Revello, I was notified that you were here. I came as quickly as I could" his cheeks were red. And the vein on his forehead that pulsed with his next intake of breath, told me he wasn't lying. He rushed to get here. 

He's heavy, and round, and his belly sags over his belt, which is brown and old. He looks messy. When I finally turned away from the window completely, I looked the warden dead on. "May I?" I waved over his own desk chair to ask if I could sit in it. 

The spineless ferret immediately said yes.

        "Have a seat" I waved him into the desk chair like this wasn't HIS fucking office. "Do you know why I'm here?" I decided to start there. I'm not much of a talker. Let him save me the time. Warden Grotto nodded his head a couple times and straightened out his crooked collar. 

"I heard of the incident Mr. Revello, but I can assure you that I had no part in it" he rushed that fact out. "I hope not Dick, because I'd hate to break up such a good friendship like this" I motioned between us. 

"You better have names for me. I want to see the guys responsible for the turn over" I told him. Again he nodded profusely and that vein engorged.

        "You know, Dick," I liked emphasizing his name to make him second guess if I was using his nickname or calling him an actual 'dick'. "Pablo still asks about you sometimes" I let him know casually as I began lifting things from his desk to get a better look at them. 

Some bullshit plaque was front and center. Something I highly doubt he earned. All warden's do is sit on their fat asses.

"H-he does?" I heard Grotto audibly gulp. That's the man who was about a day away from killing him back when he was in debt. "Oh yeah, plenty of times. I doubt you want him to come sniffing back around though, right?" 

        "O-oh, yess, Mr. Revello. P-please" he stuttered. "I'll keep him away. Don't you worry about that. What you should worry about is keeping a close eye on your fucktard employees, and giving me the man responsible for the attempt on my uncle's life. However many are involved. One, twelve, I want them on their knees in front of me by week's end. Yeah?" 

I leaned my elbows on the warden's desk and took a good look at him, which unnerved him. "Of course. Yes" he agreed as he always does.

        "Good, good Mr.Grotto. I knew we'd understand each other. On their knees, right there" I reiterated. He wagged his head like a dog. "And you know....maybe on that day you bring my uncle up here too. You let him sit at your desk and you feed him a steak dinner. I want him to watch me take the eye lid of every trader amongst us," I stood and started to slowly walk around his desk. 

He turned in his chair with every new step I took in the room. He didn't want his back turned to me at any point. His hands were grabbing the arm chair so tightly. 

"You take the hands of thieves, you take the eyes of traders" I quickly brought my hand down on his shoulder for a firm pat. He squirmed and practically shrieked. 

"Good seeing you, warden. We'll be in touch" I patted his shoulder firmly again before I gave him a curt nod and exited the room. He probably pissed himself. He was visibly shaking in the face.

        I snapped at the guard and told him to take me to my uncle. We were getting a private room. One that did not have any busted pipes. They won't send anyone with a second attempt to kill my Zio Mario or myself. I get to bring my gun in. The warden's got a special little pass for me.