“That would be ideal.”
“Very well. In two days, at Parola Rosso, we'll gather to discuss your attachment to a doctor.”
The Capo settles the matter, though my father clearly wishes to continue.
He'll try to undermine Lorenzo's authority.
A leader who is not yet Capo is vulnerable.
“And what if the doctor reveals information?”
“Where she'll be tomorrow, she'll be lucky if she's still alive by the end of the month,” Francesco replies.
The brothers exchange a silent look of understanding.
I lower my gaze to hide my satisfaction from my father.
“Well then, who should I speak to about taking my wife home?”
My father's pale eyes gleam with hatred at the prospect of once again being subjected to the authority of a mere soldier.
To him, Lorenzo is nothing more than that.
It's obvious th
