He nodded in resignation, then began to tap out a message.
Stupid motherfucker.
He was signing his own death warrant.
Once Luciano finished, he showed me the message.
I’m coming by the house in an hour. I’ll be spending the night.
There didn’t seem to be any code words or anything.
“Last question,” I said. “Did you tell me the truth abouteverything?”
“Yes.”
“You swear to me? I’m not fucking around.”
“Yes!”
I looked over at Romeo and gestured likeTurn it up.
He unmuted the screen so Luciano could hear his children crying.
Luciano’s eyes filled with tears.
“Youswearto me you told me everything?” I asked. “Your wife and your kids’ lives are riding on this.”
“YES!” he shrieked. “I TOLD YOU EVERYTHING!”
“You better have, or one of your bratsdies,”I said as I pressed Send.
The cries of Luciano’s wife and kids filled the silence as we waited.
A moment later, a message came back:
See you soon, sir.
Luciano’s shoulders slumped in relief.
“Alright, motherfucker – get dressed,” I sneered. “Time to go see Daddy.”
PART IV
September
Florence, Italy
21
Giorgio
An hour after we left the mansion, I parked the Mercedes in front of the dress store. Raffaelo was going to pop into the shop to say ‘hello’ to Bianca and then take off.
“Good luck with the barista,” he said as we all got out of the car.
“Thanks.”
Adriano pointed at me. “You can have an hour to hit on that chick, then I want you back in the shop.”
