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» You did everything a 'Ndrangheta lady should do and that was dominate, be a born leader without chasing that gift that you have, love. Because you not only demonstrated it to me, you demonstrated it to the entire enemy mafia that we have above us by turning against them the people who, according to what they said, were loyal to all of them. I didn't do it, you did it and if I were you I would be shouting it from the rooftops.
I caress his cheek, running my thumb over his tender skin. When I get up, I extend my arm to pick up what I had placed on the bed. I give it to her without hesitation because this is what I had wanted to give her since she showed me that she comes to lead and not just to believe she is the owner of the family's wealth. She considers us family, and as the good family we are trying to be, we must give her the welcome she deserves.
—I want you to study it, it is important because at dawn before the change of the sun and the moon we will do the ritual that I told you about —I remind him—. It's what you deserve for having done all that in Calabria, for having gotten us out of that place alive.
—Will the Godfather come?
—He is here to give you the honor you deserve,principessa.
—You can tell me, I want to hear it.
I give his chin a light pinch.
—You will be my mafia lady, no less, but much more as you stay here with me.
—Your lady... That sounds good.
—Then study, everything should be clear to you and my sister will be assisting you in case you have any questions.
-OK.
I lean in a little so I can taste her moisturized lips, I'm not going to lie, seeing that intense color on her lips that night had been so tempting. You looked into her eyes and you knew that she was a born leader, she was born to command and the best thing was that she was not looking to be anyone specific because this process was about finding herself. She didn't need to shout things from the rooftops that she didn't know if she was going to accomplish, she was waiting for her time to come and demonstrate everything we were waiting to see in her.
That look that makes you fall to your knees in a matter of seconds, those eyes that penetrate your soul, that whisper behind your head what you should do, those ghost hands that take you by the shoulders and declare you their slave, his dog, his whore or even his bait to end up dead.
Emily declared everything she wanted through the gold of her eyes, she had wanted to reach her so she could get her to safety and when she came out with that whole horde of imprisoned men willing to give their lives for her, I realized that she was never going to need me. to live, because she knew how to handle the pieces of her game to the point of keeping everyone safe without needing too many years of practice.
I think about all of this from the moment I leave David's room to meet my brothers in the main hall. They come wounded just like me, however, that is not important when they know what is coming.
"She's ready, she showed us that she's one of us and that she's a Marino no matter where you look at her," I justify. Which means that we must prepare to accept it properly. Although you will not be approved for promotion, both rituals will be carried out, both the baptism to enter the organization and the initiation ritual. This does not mean that she will become a woman of honor, she will be my mafia lady, his lady.
They both smile with quite a bit of satisfaction, it's been a long time since any of us spoke with such confidence, with too much desire to want to move another important piece on the board. They were just problems until she arrived.
"We're glad to hear that, brother," Leone dictates. We will bring everything that the Godfather requires so that both rituals are carried out without failures, she deserves the position, she deserves to be within the family.
"We will have the cyanide, the needle, the lemon, the images and the revolver for when you are ready to appear in the courtyard ready for the rituals," adds Dom. Trixi would also be interested, since I'm the favorite guy after hearing about your girlfriend's incredible exploits, she wants to be the princess of the Salvatore mafia. Only you decide.
—Why didn't you tell me Leon?
I smile when I see him, he scratches the back of his neck to try to avoid conflict.
—Our next lady is important, Trixi can wait, she is a girl.
"A girl who is your daughter," I place my hand against her shoulder, "and is part of the family, deserves the same importance as my wife, so with her just prepare a little red dye to make the cross on her forehead since that Baptism for someone his age is murkier than he could bear. And you're not the favorite guy, Dom.
—How about what not? She told me Salvatore, you already have your favorite person.
-And? I'll be her favorite uncle, get Cookie ready too, make her look like a princess, the things Emily made me buy for her just arrived.
I walk past them listening to their teasing, Cookie walks behind me with the ball in her mouth, I think with the time we have left I could play with her for a while before they take her to get ready.
—Do we also have to take care of the dog?
"Be careful how you talk to my wife's pet," I threaten Domenico. Take charge if you don't want me to burst your balls because you don't do your part, which is simpler than everything else, go ahead, you pair of idiots and gossips.
I pass the door to let Cookie go for a run, I throw her the ball that she doesn't hesitate to chase, and my brothers get to work for the rituals that will be done in a few hours. My suit was ready long before we went to Puglia, custom-made in black with a red tie and cufflinks to make it clear that tonight we were going to leave our bloody footprints at the door of our home.
I also requested her dress, a black chiffon dress and red stiletto heels. For one day wearing them I knew she wasn't going to bother, after all I was capable of carrying her throughout the ritual so that the heels wouldn't torture her feet.
