Benvenuto E Va All’Inferno
The Capo di tutti capi, the boss of bosses, stared with blank, expressionless eyes, as two of the three hit men grabbed his lifeless body and carried it to his sunken jacuzzi bathtub. A few minutes earlier the team of professional killers had, just before dawn, stormed the boss’s bedroom with three well-oiled sawed-off shotguns that, in a series of deafening bursts, reduced him to a fleshy bag of pulped organs and splintered bone. Now they quickly undressed him, then lowered his body into the tub, where, with water running, they took turns using a glistening, stainless steel hack saw to carefully separate his body into expertly cut pieces. The boss found it strange that he was able to see and hear all of this, even after they’d sawed through the sinewy muscle of his neck and removed his head. His glazed-over eyes watched blood and tissue swirl down the drain while they placed his legs in a large black trash bag. Then they did the same with his arms, but not before using a freshly sharpened straight razor to slice off all ten of his fingertips. Next, his hefty torso went into a third bag. And finally they used a pair of pliers to yank all the teeth from his head, which they placed in a small container of sulfuric acid that was already busy dissolving his fingers. The boss understood that destroying his fingers and teeth would complicate the identification of the pieces of his body, should they ever be discovered. One of the hit men placed his head inside a duffel bag filled with heavy stones, then zipped it up. All was dark. The boss felt his head jumble around as someone picked up the bag and, a few moments later, tossed it down. There was was a click. Then the sound of an engine starting. “My head is in the trunk,” thought the boss. The dark blue Cadillac drove for perhaps an hour, through the early morning, then, reaching its destination, parked atop a remote bridge crossing a large, slow-moving river snaking through the canyon some 300 feet below. The boss heard the trunk pop open, felt his head being lifted as one of the killers removed the bag. “‘Benvenuto e va all’inferno,” “Go to hell,” said a gruff, unrepentant voice, before a great spinning and swirling filled his severed head. And then a tremendous splash, as the well-weighted duffel big hit the water and sank for what felt like an eternity before being sucked deep into the hungry mud at the bottom. And when all was finally still, the boss smiled in absolute darkness. “So,” he thought. “This is what it’s like.” If he could’ve, he’d have laughed.