Classic Novel
Chapter 2
After months of heartache and violence, things had taken a turn for the better.
Two attempts to destroy our family were followed by two weddings: my oldest brother Dario and his bride Alessandra, then Adriano and Bianca six weeks later.
It seemed as though we were finally on the path to happiness…
Until everything changed.
On the night of her wedding, Bianca met my cousin Aurelio…
And realized he was the mysterious stranger she had seen conspiring with our enemies right before an attempted hit on Lars, Adriano, and Massimo.
But Aurelio wasn’t the mastermind behind the plot; our Uncle Fausto was.
The news was devastating. Fausto had been my father’s consigliere for 25 years. He had lived under the same roof as us. I couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t in my life.
But not only was Fausto behind the attempts on our lives…
He was responsible for our father’s death.
It might have been an old Sicilian woman who administered the poison, but Fausto used her like a puppet.
Papa’s blood was on our uncle’s hands…
And now he was coming for us.
After discovering Aurelio and Fausto’s treachery, I immediately double-checked our family’s bank accounts. I wanted to make sure my uncle wasn’t still listed as co-signer on any of them. The last thing we needed was for him to strike at us through our finances.
We were already in dire straits. Since dividing our territory with Fausto eight months ago (before we knew of his betrayal), we had made an enormous investment that had depleted half our funds. We had also run up numerous expenses safeguarding the property. As a result, we had maybe six months of operating funds left.
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But war seemed to be where things were heading.
It appeared that Fausto’s ultimate goal was to turn the other families of the Cosa Nostra against us. Through a series of devious machinations, he had framed us for the murders of our longtime business partners in Florence; now no one else in the Cosa Nostra would trust us. In fact, they would most likely seek to destroy us for our ‘betrayal.’ Once my brothers and I were dead, my uncle could swoop in and snap up what was left of our territory.
First and foremost, we needed allies. The morning after Adriano’s wedding, Dario sent my brother Massimo as ambassador to Signora Fioretti, also known as the Widow – the mafiosa who ran all of Venice.
I had breakfast with Lars, my brothers, and two sisters-in-law, and then Massimo boarded the family’s private jet and set off on his mission.
Shortly after that, all hell broke loose.