Clenching my jaw, I pick up the gavel and bring it down on the table.
Instantly, everyone goes silent, and they all look at me. Some of my uncles are still adjusting to me being thecapo dei capi. It will take time before they’ll learn to trust that I can do as good a job as my father.
“We will hit the Irish where it hurts most. Piece by fucking piece, we’ll dismantle their businesses, and when they have no money left to wage a war, we’ll hunt them to the ends of the earth,” I order. “Every mobster will be ruined and tortured for what they’ve done.”
“That will take years,” Adriano states.
Locking eyes with the head of the Rizzo family, who is also my best friend’s older brother, my tone is deadly as I reply, “A quick attack is too merciful. I want their organization completely dismantled. The Mooney brothers will watch as everything they’ve built is taken away from them before we kill them.”
Considering the topic closed, I push my chair back and climb to my feet. I do my best to ignore the pain in my back. I should still be in the hospital, but that’s not a good look for the head of the five families.
Buttoning my jacket, I say, “But first, we have funerals to attend.”
As everyone gets up, I glance at Georgi, who’s the head of the Torrisi family. He handles all the weapons for us.
“Get us as many explosives and guns as you can,” I order.
“On it.”
“I’ll track down every one of importance in the Irish mob and keep tabs on them,” Uncle Dario says.
“Thanks,” I reply while digging my phone out of my pocket. Not seeing any messages from Sienna, the worry that’s been growing the past few days flares hot through my chest.
As the three Vitale men walk toward the door, I ask, “Augusto, where is Sienna?”
“She should be at home,” he replies.
Nodding, I follow them out of the office that’s situated at the back ofGianna’s. Last year, I single-handedly opened the restaurant and named it after my youngest sister.
Enzo, my younger brother and underboss, is standing near the doorway that leads outside. He’s talking with Nico, our head of security, and when I reach them, my brother asks, “Are we splitting up for the funerals?”
I nod, my eyes scanning over the cars parked behind the restaurant.
“Nico will go with you,” Enzo says. Since Dad told him he’s my underboss, he’s become protective as fuck. Being the older brother, it’s not something I’ll ever get used to.
I nod again before meeting his eyes while patting his shoulder. “Be on guard at all times and check in with me every hour.”
I’m worried the Irish will try to take out my brother, or any other man in the family, for that matter.
“You too.”
Standing beside Nico, I watch Enzo walk toward his Mustang, and when I see Ciro and Nathan follow him, I feel a little better. The two men are highly trained, so I know my brother will be safe with them.
“Let’s get going,” Nico says.
We head to my armored Bentley Mulliner. I received the luxury SUV from my parents for my twenty-first birthday, and it’s fitted with a mini armory.
After I get into the back and Nico takes his position behind the steering wheel, he asks, “Where’s our first stop?”
“The Vitales.”
Nico’s been with me since I became the head of the five families. He was trained by Uncle Carlo, my godfather and Dad’s shadow.
We’ve only been working closely together for three months, but he’s quickly catching on to my moods. He’s learned when to talk and when to shut up.
Just like my father, I don’t get along with many people and hate loud noises, flashing lights, and anything repetitive. Something as simple as a dripping faucet will send me over the edge, and most music irritates me.
There are only a handful of things that can calm me down. My mother, the sound of white noise or rain, and Sienna.
