“All he does is complain about his damned daughter,” Arturo reminds me.
“He knew the entire time that she was involved,” I say, remembering the cursed photographs in which Nero and Giacomo greeted each other in open betrayal while Siena and Valentina waited for the enemy in the same café.
“But we are not killing him yet.”
“When?”
“At the next Council meeting. There cannot be even the slightest doubt among the other Capos that I am willing to do anything to preserve our father’s legacy. Besides, he certainly will not be the only one exiled.”
I look at my younger brother.
“We will save time. Until then, you may entertain yourself with him whenever you grow bored.”
♡
I enter the basement and survey the room.
It is more modern than the dungeons we normally use, smaller and much darker
