47

Damon

"I don't understand why you are feeling attached to this girl," the woman said. "Her existence is an attack on your dynasty. Her existence is a question to the legitimacy of your rule."

If Martino was power hungry, perhaps he would listen to his wife. If I was like the Rodrigos, I would definitely listen. But Esmeralda didn't understand something. She didn't know that I had taken the mafia throne on instruction. But she didn't need to know. After all, she and her husband would be dying shortly.

The snake woman seated in the middle of both companies looked at me and cleared her throat. She scribbled something on a note and passed it over to me.

In elegant words, it read: "If anything happens to the Rivaldis, there's a chance that all of the mafia in Italy will come after you. They are here under the protection of the the Don of Rome."

I crumpled the paper when I was done and tossed it over my shoulder. "I don't like repeating myself," I said. "The Montenegros are the rightful own