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Niccolo shook his head. “If the Oldanis sent Fumagalli, who knows who else they sent?”
“Nobody,” Dario said as he pulled on his suit jacket. “It was a roll of the dice to send him, and they lost. There is no one else.”
“You don’t know that – and even if it’s true, it’s still too dangerous!”
“I’ll take Adriano and Massimo as backup. Come on, let’s go,” Dario said to his two brothers.
“I forbid it!” Niccolo shouted.
“I’m the don; you’re the consigliere,” Dario said with a smirk. “You can’t forbid shit.”
Then he walked out of the parlor with Massimo and Adriano hustling along behind him.
Niccolo shook his head in disgust.
“Working for him is going to be the death of me,” he muttered.
Forty minutes later, we were sitting in the parlor waiting for news when Niccolo got a call.
“You’re kidding me,” he said in a stunned voice. “Well, tell him no, Adriano!”
There was a pause.
“Yes, I know he’s the don, but – ”
Another pause.
“FUCK!” Niccolo swore, then grimaced. “FINE. Whatever. But tell him I STRENUOUSLY DISAPPROVE.”
Then he hung up.
“What?” I asked.
Everyone stood there breathlessly, waiting to hear what Adriano had said.
Niccolo looked at me in exasperation. “That waitress who saw you?”
“What about her?”
“Dario’s bringing her here. He told her father that she’s collateral so the old man won’t rat on us – but Adriano thinks Dario’s taken a fancy to her. What the fuck – is she a model or something?”
I made an apologetic face. “She was very beautiful…”
“Oh my God,” Niccolo groaned as he put his face in his hands.
“I knew we should have gotten him laid when he first got here,” Valentino muttered.
“Too late,” Roberto said.
Niccolo sat there for a moment in despair… then abruptly stood up and clapped his hands together. SMACK!
“Game faces, gentlemen!” he called out. “I want our visitor not to be so frightened that she wants to go to the police… but juuuuust scared enough that she’ll never even consider ratting us out.”
“That’s a pretty thin line,” Roberto said doubtfully.
“Well, WALK IT,” Niccolo snarled, then went to the door of the parlor and yelled out into the foyer. “Giorgio! Go fetch a servant – that old Sicilian woman. Tell her I need her to prepare a room for a guest! Now GO!”
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