But she offered something else to sweeten the deal.
If they gave us the Amalfi Coast, not only would we stop fucking around with everybody’s territory in Naples, but we would take out the number one enemy of every singleCamorraclan:
The Amatos.
TheCosa Nostrafamily that had been trying to take over Naples for 30 years.
Once they heard that, all the bosses in theCamorrawere like,Okay, bitch – you kill the Amatos, you can HAVE the Amalfi Coast.
What they didn’t know was that we would’ve taken out the Amatos for free…
Because Don Amato was the only guy in Naples who knew exactly where to find Dario Rosolini.
18
It was 11 PM when we rolled up on an apartment building in Vomero, a neighborhood in Naples – and one of the most expensive in the city.
The last six months, Lucrezia had put a tail on Luciano Amato, the oldest son of Don Amato. Our men followed him in shifts, day and night, 24/7.
Luciano was married, with a wife and kids in a big house in another expensive neighborhood called Posillipo… but our spies figured out he’d stashed one of his three mistresses in Vomero.
And every Tuesday night, just like clockwork, he’d stop by to get his dick wet.
Normally Luciano went everywhere with a three-car escort and at least six armed men. Couldn’t be too careful when you were aCosa Nostrafuckhead inCamorraterritory.
But when he slipped out to see his mistresses, he only took one car and two bodyguards.
Guess he thought it made him less conspicuous.
Idiot.
We could’ve taken Luciano when he was withanyof his side pieces, but the other two bitches lived in buildings in crowdedareas with a lot more street traffic. It would’ve been a bigger pain in the ass to get in and get out.
The place in Vomero was much smaller, the building was a hundred feet away from the next closest building, and the neighborhood was quieter. At this time of night, it was mostly just people walking their dogs.
Not as many witnesses.
A guy named Toro was one of my men. He had a girlfriend named Carmela.
A month ago, Lucrezia gave Carmela the money to rent an apartment in the same apartment building as Luciano Amato’s mistress.
Carmela looked like she belonged in Vomero – mostly because she didn’t have gang tats all over her. And she didn’t have a rap sheet, so she passed the credit check.
She got an apartment one floor down from the mistress.
Ever since then, Toro and four of my other guys stayed at Carmela’s place every Tuesday night. All they did was sit around and wait to hear from me.
It was probably overkill, but we had to make sureeverythingwent according to plan. We would only get one shot, and we had to make it count.
Now the time had finally come.
I sat in the backseat of a black Cadillac SUV. Normally I drove a Maserati when I was out and about – but for official business, we went with Cadillacs.
My boy Ciro was at the wheel. Romeo was in the front passenger seat with his cell phone glued to his ear.
“They got ‘em?” Romeo asked the guy on the other end of the line. “Alright, good. Don’t do shit until we tell you.”
Romeo hung up and looked at me in the rearview mirror. “They’re in place.”
