The old man sitting in the corner, the oldest, Elder Kosel, spoke.
"Enough," he said, voice soft but firm. "Ezio is the family head. This was the late head's wish, and the family council's decision three years ago. Going back on it now isn't proper."
He looked at Hart.
"As for the marriage, Ezio already has a wife and has an heir. We'll explain to the Colonnas."
Hart opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but finally shut it.
"Meeting's over." The old man stood up, leaning on his cane, and walked out. "Next month we'll hold the succession ceremony."
He left.
The others stood up one by one, followed him out.
Marco still lay on the table. Someone helped him toward the door, blood dripping all the way. He looked back at me. That look was full of hate.
I didn't care.
Hart finally stood up, staring at me.
"Ezio, you'll regret this."
"Get out."
He stared at me for a few seconds, finally turned around, and left without looking back.
Only Sebastian and I remained in the conference room.
"Dude." He came over, patted my shoulder. "You were pretty brutal today."
"He deserved it."
"I know," he said, voice softer. "But you need to be careful. Hart's faction won't let this go."
"Let them come."
Sebastian looked at me, then laughed.
"Good," he said. "My Don, you call the shots. But—"
He paused.
"Bianca's situation, what are you going to do?"
"I'll handle it."
"That child—"
"I'll verify," I said, looking at him. "If it really is mine, I'll take responsibility. But not with marriage."
He nodded.
"Got it." He patted my shoulder. "Call me if you need anything."
He turned and left.
I stood there, staring at the blood on the table.
