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Right now, I stood in front of our people at Calabresi Holdings, listening to the latest updates. Cono’s whereabouts had come in, and he was staying away from his property. If I were in his shoes, then I’d do the same. Renato was already conducting searches for him at the locations we’d learned he liked to frequent.
“Vincenzo, tell us how we should go about keeping Cono from getting a vote on the board?” one of our oldest members asked.
“Cono Sartori set up his niece. My brothers and I are working on locating him as we speak.”
“Well, the rumor running around is that he’s not her uncle. Is that true?” another member interrogated me.
“Personal family matters won't get discussed today.”
“Maybe we should discuss, I mean he’s threatening all of us!” he blasted, and Savio connected eye contact with me.
“Clear the room,” I demanded, hovering over my seat.
Each one filed from the room, leaving my brothers and father alone.
Savio demanded, “How the fuck did he find out this information?”
“You knew about the adoption?” my father challenged me.
“I just confirmed it before I came here to the office. Renato was supposed to keep the information to himself,” I grimaced.
“She’s become more of an issue than we need,” Renato seethed.
“No more than Sonya.” I cocked my head to the side, meeting his stare.
Renato jumped over the table, trying to reach for me, and Savio blocked him and pulled him back into his seat.
“Renato, sit down!” my father shouted.
Shoving him back, Savio shook his head at the both of us. “Cono wants us to fight so we’re distracted. Renato we might not like the way Nyla came into our lives, but she’s here now.”
Renato, nibbled on bottom lip. “Keep Sonya out of your mouth.”
“Same goes for Nyla.”
“She fucking robbed you, and now you’re playing fucking house. Fuck off!” Renato argued.
I balled up my fist, ready to go to war with my own family. I raised my fist and punched him in the nose. Savio wasn't fast enough to stop me, and Renato stuck his tongue out, licking the excess blood.
“Is that all you got little brother?” Renato hounded.
Yanking off my jacket, throwing it on the chair. “What do you think?” I taunted, ready to bust him again. Sante stood to the side, rubbing his forehead.
“All right, you two need to cool off,” my father said.
“He needs to grow up and learn it’s the big boy’s league now.” Renato shoved his hands in his pocket.
“Fuck you, Renato. Right on time with the bully shit about my age. I’ve run Calabresi Holdings since I was 20; nothing about me is young and dumb.”
Scoffing, he took the handkerchief from Savio’s hand.
“Vincenzo is right, and Renato is right,” Savio emphasized.
“Here we go, placing the blame all around,” Renato mumbled to Savio.
“Take your attitude up with the wrong one, Renato, and see what happens. Vincenzo has run the family business fine. Yes, I step in when I should, but nothing has gone too off-the-rails,” Savio said.
“He’s gotten ahead of himself after getting shot during Cora’s kidnapping,” Renato brought up.
