Mafiosa (Blood for Blood #3)(76)

I tried not to let the pain of my response show on my face. If Luca couldn’t confirm my father’s impending death, then I could. It didn’t matter how deeply it cut into me, how jagged the words tasted in my mouth. There was no going back now, and the father I knew was long gone.

Felice’s eyebrows shot up. ‘Persephone,’ he said, his smile curling. ‘You surprise me. You would put your own father to death …’

Luca whirled around so fast that Gino jumped in his chair. He had his finger half an inch from Felice’s face, his twin brother’s thick ring shining on his left hand. Pure, unfiltered rage flashed behind his eyes. ‘I will tell you this once, Felice. You will not, under my leadership, presume to exploit the grief or pain of anyone in this family for your own amusement. You will not goad or tease or stir any more. If you do, I will demote you. If you push me, I will punish you.’

Felice swirled his response around in his mouth. We were all tellingly silent. It was a game, and it was not for us to play, but to wait on edge for it to end. Of course Felice would not cower, not in front of his audience, not even against his better judgement. He raised his eyebrows, and as innocently as he could make himself sound, he said, ‘Are you speaking to me as my boss or as Persephone Marino’s lover?’

Luca backhanded him.

The sound was a thick, hulking smack in the airless room. The ring smashed into Felice’s mouth, nicking a cut along his lower lip. Felice blinked up at Luca, the blood dribbling down his chin. He sucked it into his mouth and hummed as he tasted it.

‘Felice,’ Paulie warned. ‘Don’t.’

Felice stared at Luca. ‘You are crueller than your brother was, Gianluca.’

Luca hunkered down, his face inches from his uncle’s. ‘This is a different family now, Felice. Your words will have consequences, as will your actions … or lack thereof.’

He held his stare. The room seemed to grow colder. Luca would never forgive Felice for what happened that day in Holy Name, just as he would never forgive himself.

Felice swallowed a mouthful of his own blood. He broke eye contact, moving his gaze back to the photographs behind Luca. It was over.

Luca straightened up. ‘Capisci?’

Felice nodded. ‘Capisco.’

Uneasiness bound us into silence as we watched this new version of Luca, a boss just like the one his grandfather thought he would be. He was cold, calculated, intelligent. Grief had made him something to cower before – he held his temper on a short leash but it still flared inside him, and we could all feel it.

Luca turned back to the photographs, clasping his hands behind his back, the Don’s ring glinting at me. ‘These people are the reigning command of the Marino family. When we ambush Donata’s home, I want them taken out first. Prioritize. Keep your wits about you. They will be expecting our retribution. They will be armed.’

Cosimo, a Falcone elder, tapped his cane on the table. ‘Who will go?’ he asked.

Luca turned around again, his face placid. How eerie it was to see how much he looked like Valentino now, how steady he seemed in the role he never wanted.

‘Everyone who is able and willing. Elders excluded, unless they choose otherwise.’

‘We are all willing,’ said Paulie. ‘Naturally.’

‘Naturally,’ Elena echoed him, her voice hollow. She didn’t speak much any more. It was like the effort of being present was too much for her now, the sadness was too great. It took all of her energy just to wade through it, day after day.

‘Gee, I don’t know,’ said Dom. ‘I’m kind of scared?’

We all turned to look at him. He burst into a fit of laughter. ‘Just kidding,’ he said, smiling at his own apparent hilarity. ‘I can’t wait to blow Antony’s one-eyed head off!’

‘What time, Luca?’ asked Paulie. ‘I’d like to see my girls in the morning when they open their presents.’

Felice side-eyed Paulie. ‘This whole operation doesn’t rest on the reception of your My Little Pony gift sets, brother.’

Paulie ignored him.

‘And Calvino’s younger boys,’ grumbled Tommaso, another elder, from the far end of the table. ‘They deserve a Christmas morning, too.’

‘They will be with Vita,’ said Paulie. ‘Far from here.’

Good, I thought. Let there be joy, at least, for the children. Let there be joy until they grow into their destinies and turn into the rest of us.

‘Donata will begin lunch early,’ Elena said quietly. ‘She keeps with the tradition of how our mother raised us. It will be an all-day affair.’

She slumped back in her chair, her eyes downcast, her sadness draped around her like a shroud. It’s like someone had doused a bucket of water over the fire inside her. I wondered if she would ever be the same again. I wondered that about Luca, too.

‘Pity we can’t jump out of the panettone,’ murmured Tommaso, much to the chagrin of his wife.

‘You’re not going,’ she hissed. ‘You’ve just had a knee operation.’

‘I was just saying,’ he protested, sulkily.

‘I miss the old days,’ Cosimo sighed. ‘I would have enjoyed this more.’

‘We’ll tell you all about it, don’t worry,’ Nic assured him.

Cosimo dipped his head in appreciation. ‘I’d so love to see the Marino girl take down the Marino boss,’ he said, pointing at me.