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-So be it.
They all say at the same time, letting the Godfather clear his throat and give way to his thoughts by drinking from his glass of wine specifically for him. A single liquid that is made for him, is bought, is given to him for the years that has blessed this family with new recruits every time a man or woman joins our blood to fight side by side until the end of the world.
—It's time for all of you to form the horseshoe.
Planting a kiss on his cheek, I leave so that we can all form the happy barrier that we do every time a new member enters. It doesn't matter that it is a Don, I will be part of this horseshoe for the first time because I solemnly swear that I will give my entire life for it, that its horseshoe will be me, that its protector will be me until death takes our lives.
Between my escorts and my brothers we intertwine our hands, I raise my chin feeling proud of that woman who gave her last breath to protect her people. She orders everything on the table, the image of Saint Michael the Archangel is shown to the entire society.
—The patron of the Ndrangheta makes way for this ritual, the drop of blood that will fall on our patron will be the clear union between our sister and society.
The Godfather takes the needle in his fingers, Emily offers her index finger and pricks it causing the reddish pearl to dawn on her skin. Same thing that drops on the image.
—From this moment on, men do not judge you, you judge yourselves. If you have committed a serious offense, you yourself judge which path to follow: either commit suicide with cyanide or shoot yourself with a revolver. You must always reserve a bullet in the magazine, that last one is for you,” he points out. The Godfather places the cyanide pill in Emily's left hand and the revolver in her right hand. If the police catch you and ask any question, remember whose children you are, you have to answer: my father is the Sun and my mother is the Moon, they are the only ones to whom I answer each of your questions.
My girl keeps the gun on the inside of her thigh, opening the dress that I gave her, and she deposits the pill in the silver box that she will keep for herself as long as she wants.
—Remember, my children, that the pill is only swallowed in case of failure, infamy or disgrace. On the other hand, the lemon, every time life hits you hard, remember the lemon that you will cut before your clan, before your family—Emily passes him the knife to cut it in two—. Its juice will be as acidic as life sometimes is and let's not forget that there are times when we must try said juice to learn what true life tastes like.
Emily takes the photo in her fingers so she can turn around, in her other hand lies the lighter with which she will light the photo, consummating her words and letting the blood she shed for us finish the ritual.
—This is your horseshoe, this is your family—I leave my sister's hand and Leone's to take a step forward and do my work. Emily Fiore, do you swear to give your life for each member of the clan?
—Yes, I swear it my lord.
—Do you swear to respect, pay loyalty and be the cruelest person in the family?
—Yes, I swear it my lord.
When she looks at me I deduce the challenge, there are no lies or hidden words in each of her oaths, it is her challenging life and death so that they dare to test her to prove that she is my mafia lady and there is nothing more.
—Do you swear to be a criminal, to be a murderer, and to be the lady of the 'Ndrangheta no matter what the cost may be?
"I swear, my lord."
—Welcome to the 'Ndrangheta Emily Fiore.
With challenge in her gaze, she gives me a slight bow, the sky begins to turn dark, but she does not limit herself. Light the image of our Archangel on fire. The fire spreads as I listen to the members recite each of the words of the oath to our lady.
"This will be your horseshoe, your protection," they recite in a medium tone of voice. You are the person for whom we will give our lives, for whom we will fight until you and the empire are safe. You are our lady, you are our mistress, you are the owner of Calabria and today we all surrender to you. —At the same time they fall to their knees against the ground—. You are our family, you are our support and may the mother and father keep us upright so that our lady can live until death wants to meet her.
Emily, with quite a bit of fascination, sees the people who have knelt for her, I approach to take her hands in mine and look her straight in the eyes.
"I am your horseshoe, your barrier, the one who will always protect you because you are the lady of my mafia and the whole family will protect you until death takes you from my arms," I promise without owing it or fearing it, I had wanted to do. This, to say it to a correct person who wouldn't make me doubt myself. You are my mafia lady, my wife , although a piece of paper does not yet state it, but it is not necessary because I will comply with the codes until the end of the world. Welcome to the lady of the 'Ndrangheta, to the queen of Calabria, to my wife.
I place my knee against the grass to bring her injured knuckles to my lips. When I finish writing my words against her skin, I stand up to let Ginevra prepare the tray with the reddish liquid.
—Let us also welcome the princess of the mafia, Trixi Marino.
My brother approaches with the girl who looks at everyone with a smile on her lips, the Godfather dips his index finger in the blood and then goes towards the little girl that Leone lifts in his arms.
—Welcome little one.
—Paint me, paint me!
I smile to see the great joy that travels throughout the little girl's body, the Godfather traces a cross of blood on Trixi's forehead, she smiles and looks at all of us. Ginevra is the first to kiss her little hand, then Domenico, Emily, Leone follow and at the end I approach to kiss the little knuckles of my brother's daughter.
My escorts disperse to let us advance to the house where Ginevra carries the metal tray of blood. He puts it at the entrance of our house, I take Emily's hand and I know that Dad humiliated Mom and then stepped into the house and declared himself the owner of it, the owner of everyone's decisions and the head of the house. A sexist all around.
