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“As I told you at the cemetery, Leonardo. I am acting Sicilian Don. Do not underestimate me, my family, or the brotherhood of men I’m involved with. We have no intention of allowing your beautiful family to suffer under any circumstances. Understood?” As I slowly turned my head, I was surprised by the look in his eyes.
“Today, you, Don Thorn, are my Don. You earned it and to call you anything else will be disrespectful. However, I will be honored to remain by your side if you feel that appropriate.”
“More than appropriate. Call it a requirement. You are to be in on this meeting. Then we will develop a plan.”
“Yes, sir.”
We walked closer to the two men, both their entourages remaining close. Their men were well aware another hit would be made and it could crush not only the entire makeup of the mafia in the country, but would have the effect of crushing the economy as well. That wasn’t going to happen on my watch.
“Don Thorn. You survived,” Don Amato said as he grasped my hand.
“The two of you as well. Any idea from your end on who is responsible?” I asked, shaking both men’s hands before glancing toward Margot who was watching me as intently as she always did.
I’d held her closely for a full hour, refusing to let her go. Oddly enough, she’d been the one to comfort me yet she remained worried about Brock. I noticed the ring on the Don’s finger, the sight of it continuing to nag me.
“None at this point. I was hoping you could provide some insight,” Don Giuseppe stated, studying me as intently as he’d done at the funeral.
“There is one man who faked his death, the son of an Irish syndicate that I understand migrated from Ireland. However, I don’t think he was the mastermind behind the well organized and planned attack. The manpower as well as the clandestine operations needed to hit several powerful families meant this had been a study in patience for some time.”
“Well said and the Irish have been attempting to come into our lives and homes for two decades. Word on the street just weeks ago was that they would make another attempt. Then all went quiet, the current leader in Ireland stating he had no intentions of attacking us.” Don Amato laughed. “Not that we believed them, sending men to watch their brigades. There has been no attempt at invading our country.”
“Noted,” I said, thinking about everything I’d been told. It suddenly dawned on me I hadn’t checked the email Kane had sent. I pulled out my phone, realizing it would soon need a charge. As I flipped through the emails, I remembered the name Kane has mentioned.
Both men also appeared uncomfortable. “We were provided notification that the beautiful young woman you presented as Maria is an actress,” Don Amato said quietly, preventing anyone else around us from hearing.
I should have known. “It only came to my attention hours before coming here,” I admitted freely.
The two Dons nodded, glancing toward Margot. “I am certain there are reasons?”
“Yes, Don Amato. The Rossis were fearful of threats received, attempting to keep their daughter protected.”
Don Giuseppe laughed heartedly. “That sounds like something any one of us would do. We applaud both you and the woman you are with. I only hope when this has ended, we will learn the entire story.”
“You will. Does the name Antonio DeMarco mean anything?”
Both Dons looked at each other.
“That’s the fifth family. They are out of Northern Italy. Why?” Leonardo asked.
I waited to answer until I scrolled to the connections made. Oh, dear God. “Does he have a brother?”
“Yes, out of America. Vitali,” Don Amato replied. “Now, why?”
“Rings. The rings you are wearing. Are they given to your firstborn sons?” I asked, remembering the night all those years ago, the attack on Tony DeMarco. It was the ring the would-be rapist had been wearing.
“Yes,” Don Amato said. “Why?”
“Because this is about revenge.” It was about the man I’d killed who’d assaulted my sister all those years before, Vitali’s only son.
When I explained the situation, the two Dons knew exactly what I was telling them. The DeMarco family had plans on working with the Irish to clean house all over Italy.
“I know where to find the bastard,” Don Giuseppe snarled.
“Good.” I was ready, more than ready.
It was time to go hunting.
And to clean out in the only way I knew. Full elimination.
