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Francesca

“Wait a minute,” Gia said, shaking her head as if clearing it. —You were kidnapped at gunpoint, held for a week in Naples, before Fausto showed up like an action hero and saved you?

“Yes,” I said. - Is this right.

— The fuck, Frankie? she shouted. — Why didn't you tell us?

We were in my old room, which is where Emma was sleeping, with Gia across the hall. I decided, after the comment about Naples during dinner, to tell the truth about Enzo and the kidnapping. — I didn't want you to worry.

— Why did this other mafia don kidnap you? — Emma asked, always practical and sensible.

— He was trying to blackmail Fausto. I'm not sure what, but it looked like a slice of drug trafficking.

— Does Fausto deal drugs?

This couldn't come as a surprise to any of my sisters. — It matters, other people negotiate. Like our father.

—Are you kidding me? asked Gia. — I thought Papà only ran casinos and bank robberies.

“And drugs,” I added. — He lost some product and owed Fausto a lot of money, and