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“Get your fucking hands off her, you piece of shit!” Max growled at Francesco. My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked at Cami’s terrified face.
“Who do you think you are speaking to, boy? I AM A FUCKING BOSS AND YOU ARE A DEAD MAN.”
“Funny that… yet it is you who is one trigger away from your brains being plastered all over the fucking wall,Boss.”
“Enzo will see to it that yours is next!” he hissed as he released Cami’s arm with a shove, dropping her back to the sofa.
“And it would be fucking worth it,” Max snarled with a grin.
“Drop the gun,” Gio ordered Cami’s brother, whose eyes darted from Max to Gio and back again. No one moved.
An amused, low chuckle erupted from Sal’s chest as he raised his tumbler to his mouth and took a slow sip of brandy. His sinister eyes looked at each of the men carefully.
“Enough. Lower your weapons. No one is dying today.”
Gio was the first to slowly lower his gun and Enzo followed. Max pushed the barrel into Francesco’s head once before dropping it back down and sitting next to Cami on the sofa. He put a protective arm around her and pulled her to his side as Francesco clenched his jaw and turned back to Sal.
“Now. I can see you are not happy with the new arrangement, Aiani. So, I am willing to make an amendment. You can add one more thing to our contract that will only benefit your family and not ours. Then we can call it even and move the fuck on with killing the fucking Leones,” Sal’s tone had returned to its serious, intimidating manner. I caught Cecilia’s eye as she hovered behind Sal’s chair and that nervous look had returned. My stomach clenched with anticipation. Shit, this was all so intense. I mean I knew it would be. These were the fucking mafia! But it had only been ten minutes and already we’d had guns flying.
Francesco brushed down his suit before sitting back down on the sofa. He seemed to have regained some control, but the fury still blazed behind his eyes.
“So, what will it be? 50% of all Columbian channel deals? Unlimited access to our best soldiers?” Sal spoke in a bored tone as he rotated his tumbler in his hand, his shiny watch, catching the rays of sunshine through the window.
It was fascinating. Watching these men in action. I was starting to realise that everything Sal did was calculated and precise. Toni hovered in the background watching everyone and everything like a secret assassin. A spy in the shadows.
Francesco sighed as he lifted one leg over the other, his polished shoe bouncing up and down as he scanned the room. His eyes fell on my beautiful friend sitting next to me and he cocked his head with a sly smile that made my skin crawl. Elenora. No.
“You have a niece? The stunning Elenora Buccini, isn’t it?” His voice had the venom of a poisonous snake. I felt both Gio and Elle’s bodies tense either side of me. I grabbed her hand in her lap protectively as I peered up at her expressionless face as she visibly gulped.
“My daughter is not part of this arrangement,” Cecilia stepped forwards, hissing.
“No, she wasn’t. But I think it is rather fitting now, don’t you? You have my daughter for your… capo. I will take yours for my son.”
“No fucking way,” Giovanni growled as my mouth dropped open.
“You can’t! Sal!” Cecilia pleaded as she turned to her brother-in-law in desperation. He lightly drummed his thick fingers against the arm of the chair as he seemed deep in thought.
“It seems like a fair exchange.”
Giovanni jumped up from the sofa and I grabbed his hand to stop him from doing something he would regret. Elle seemed frozen in a state of shock next to me.
“He is a fucking kid! My sister is not going to marry him or become part of your fucked up family!” Gio bellowed.
“Salvatore! Please do something,” Cecilia cried as she fell to her knees at the side of his chair, grabbing his arm.
“There is nothing I can do. If this is the price to pay for your son’s freedom, then this is what must be done.” He said sternly without looking her way, and a lazy, wicked smirk grew on Francesco’s face. No. She couldn’t go and live with that vile monster. The man- no boy beside him- looked just as shocked and terrified at the prospect of suddenly being given a wife.
“Over my dead body!” Giovanni shouted in rage.
“Then marry my daughter!” Francesco bellowed back.
“Stop!”
We all froze as we turned to look at Elle who was hiding her face beneath her hair as she looked down at her lap. Her hands were shaking as she glanced up slowly at Giovanni and then me. I could see the emotion in her eyes.
“I’ll do it. I will go with them.”
A Shocking Turn of Events
