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“Cold fucking feet? That’s the best your consigliere can come up with. I want answers,” I say to Vincenzo as he pours himself a large whiskey and drains it in one gulp.
“I don’t know what happened, but she will go through with it,” he says firmly.
“The fuck she will. I just got embarrassed out there in front of all of New York and New Jersey.”
“You’re backing out?” he says stormily.
“Backing out? You bet your ass I am. Clearly, you weren’t honest about Angela’s background.”
“She’s nervous, that’s all. There isn’t anyone else, she’s just using that as an excuse.” he says quickly.
“Your daughter is banging some other guy, and you think I’m still going to marry her? No fucking way, not after that.”
“We had a deal,” he says squaring up to me.
“You just reneged it,” I say looking at him icily. “Don’t fuck with me, Vincenzo. I’m not some fuckingCazzoyou can walk all over.”
“What will it take for this to move forward?” Paolo says arriving in the room, I note his polite tone attempting to mediate.
“It’s not happening, read my motherfucking lips. Do you really think I’m going to marry Angela after that? Would you let your sons, Paolo?”
“How much?” Paolo says looking at me shrewdly. “Everybody has a price. What will it take for you to shrug off this ‘incident’? Angela will marry you. We will guarantee it,” he says giving Vincenzo a dark look.
“She will. I give you my word,” Vincenzo says, nodding enthusiastically.
“I don’t care about the money. The wedding is off,” I say with finality.
“What about Angela’s sister, Gianelle?” Vincenzo says desperately.
“She’s a teenager,” I say disgustedly.
“She’s almost eighteen.”
“Do I look like a fucking pervert to you?” I say, banging my fist on the desk.
“You can wait a couple of years then. You’re still a young man, after all.” he says, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
“No.”
“What can we do to get this deal back on? You need us on board for yourheroin trafficking, Croccifixio. Without us, you won’t have judges or feds on your payroll so don’t play coy now.” Paolo says crisply.
“And you need me because those heroin shipments are what is keeping your pockets lined, so don’t play stupid now,” I say checking him.
“Tell us your number, and let’s get on with it. We can make you a very wealthy man if you cooperate. If you don’t marry Angela, what do you want in return for us to continue?”
“Your daughter,” I say as I look Paolo squarely in the eye, who returns my stare with raging fury.
I didn’t know what I was going to say until it came out. I don’t want money, I don’t want more territory, I only want Sophia. She won’t be just any consolation; she is the prize, and the thought of finally being able to have her sends wildfire through my chest, along with the great relief of not having to marry Angela.
“My daughter is not on the table. Besides, she is engaged,” he says coldly.
“To my son,” Vincenzo says, his nostrils flaring in disbelief at my audacious request.
“Pietro is not a Don. He can’t give her the life I can, and evenifhe becomes Don, his pockets will never be as thick as mine.”
“I’ve given my word to Vincenzo,” Paolo says curtly.
“Vincenzo gave his word to me so I guess this is a stalemate.” I say firmly.
