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Dominic watched us with wide-eyed curiosity, trying to imitate our movements in his innocent way.
He might not have fully understood the gravity of the situation, but his presence reminded us of what was at stake.
With each tug and twist, our bonds gradually loosened, inch by painstaking inch.
It was a slow and arduous process, testing our patience and resolve but we didn't give up.
We couldn't give up.
However, amid our struggles, we heard footsteps approaching us and froze.
The footsteps grew closer until the owner of the sound came into our view. He was familiar.
When he came closer, I recognized him as one of the heads of the mafia families that had come for Caterina’s wedding.
However, I didn’t know him.
At first, I thought he had come to rescue us but as I sat there, tied up and surrounded by the menacing presence of this man, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation, I couldn't help but feel a surge of unease.
Back then at the wedding, he had appeared to be on good terms with Dante so why had he kidnapped us?
“Who are you? Why did you kidnap us?” I demanded, not letting my fear show.
“My name is Giuseppe.” The man answered with a nonchalant expression on his face.
“And as for why I kidnapped you…well, to get revenge against Dante of course.”
What?
“Why did you kidnap our son? He’s only three years old!” I hissed, incredibly infuriated that our son had been dragged into this situation because of ‘revenge.’
“Are you so self-conceited that you would drag a child into this…petty fight of yours?” I shouted but was startled into silence when Giuseppe snorted loudly in disbelief.
“Petty? Petty! Did you call my revenge against Dante petty? Because your son is a child? I was also a child when I lost my father, but no one had any pity on me for being a child. Least of all, Salvatore Cortini.”
I was confused and alert when I heard Giuseppe spit out Dante’s father’s name with such venom.
"My father... he was killed by Dante's father," Giuseppe's voice trembled with a combination of grief and fury.
"And my mother... she was left powerless, unable to publicly support me." His voice grew sharper, resentment seeping through his words.
"Dante shouldn't be the overall leader of all the mafia families. It should be me. All that power, all that influence... it should rightfully be mine."
As Giuseppe continued to speak, his voice filled with a bitter mix of resentment and determination, he revealed a startling truth.
He had been playing a dangerous game, biding his time, and acting as a loyal subordinate to Dante for far longer than anyone could have imagined.
"I've spent years patiently waiting for this moment," Giuseppe confessed, his tone laced with a twisted satisfaction.
"I've played the role of the loyal soldier, all while plotting and planning my revenge. Every action, every decision, has been leading up to this."
His revelation sent a shiver down my spine.
The thought that someone so close had been secretly harboring such animosity was chilling.
"Why?" I asked, my voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.
A cruel smile crept across Giuseppe's face, a macabre reflection of his twisted satisfaction.
