Theyhad already figuredthat out. Noahwasn’t one to do anything without strong reasons. However, it didn’t make the deed any easier.
"Flavio, when you’re done, send what’s left of Cesarino to Filippo Bazzoli as a gift from me. And add that I appreciate the girl. I will enjoy her very much."
Inéz felt Flavio’s eyes on her. She turned to look at him. There was nothing in them. They were completely empty. It scared the girl a little. Without any words, she left the room, not able to stand there a second longer.
The next one to follow was Isaac. He looked at his friend hoping to see as much horror as his face held. But Inéz couldn’t fake the sadness even though she wanted it more than anything. It terrified her that she could see herself being alright with such situations. It was sick. She was going crazy. That was the only explanation that made sense.
They left Flavio alone with the man and followed Noah upstairs. The Capo led them towards the front of the restaurant to show the boys the rest of the massacre. Inéz took Isaac’s hand, knowing his upcoming reaction and squeezed it lightly to provide him with some comfort. Henderson was tough but he needed more time to get used to the thought that from this day on he was a part of the mafia. If someone had asked him a year before where he saw himself in the future, that wouldn’t have been an option on his list.
It was different for Drew. He had worked out different scenarios over and over in his head. Anything that could make him a constant in Lynette’s life. Even though he wasn’t Sicilian and his father was an FBI agent. He would do anything to spend the rest of his life with the girl. That’s why he shook off any doubts. Being with Lynette was still a possibility. No matter how long he’d thought she was dead. She was somewhere out there and he needed to find her.
Noah stopped in the center of the restaurant looking at the scene. A thrill ran through his body. As if it was his own work. He could see himself going on a killing spree like that. He had before for his father. But what made him mad was the fact that it was his restaurant, with his shipment and his people. Retribution was bound to happen one way or another.
He looked at Inéz who was playing with her hands, trying not to look at the bodies again. Drew and Isaac had their eyes wide open. They couldn’t comprehend how someone was able to do so much damage.
"Did the man downstairs do it?" asked Inéz finally, still trying to connect the dots. Noah nodded.
"This restaurant was the only business I got to keep in Seattle after I retreated to sustain the truce with Lynette’s uncle. I needed this place to hide the shipments that I robbed from him. There might be peace between our Famiglias now, but I don’t fool myself into thinking that it will last for long. That’s why I need assurance and leverage in case something happens. But the New York Famiglia intruded and we're one step away from starting a war that I have no intention of fighting right now. Luckily, the shipments were taken at night and sent to Las Vegas so they didn’t see or take anything."
"So that was a one-man job? That’s impossible," said Drew.
"It’s not impossible, really. However, it wasn’t one man only for sure. Cesarino had help but they are already dead. We just needed the person who ran the show to stay alive a little bit longer."
"So why haven’t you got any answers from him? You didn’t even ask questions. Isn’t that the reason for torture in the mafia?"
Falcone smirked at Inéz’s observation. He had to admit that they knew more about the way business was done than he’d imagined. It was impressive. At least, less information for them to gain.
"Because I’ve already found out everything I needed. I know whose men were here, who led the action and on whose orders they were carried out. As for the torturing, I just enjoy it, if you couldn’t tell." he shrugged and lead them to the exit so they could go unnoticed.
"You can go home and come to the gym tomorrow at eight o'clock, all packed up to leave Seattle. Inéz knows where it is. Deal with all your affairs because you won’t be back from Las Vegas any time soon." he gazed at the brunette. "Cara, you will come with me. There’s one more thing for you to do."
Noah saw the boys off and went to the front entrance. He couldn’t leave with Inéz the same way as the others. They had already been seen going in.
§ § §
The girl was shocked when Noah told her that they were going to his apartment. It was the last place she thought he would take her. But she wasn’t in the mood to fight him. Not after what she’d seen. The way his people respected and feared him. She should too. That much was sure.
She still wanted to know more of the task Noah had in mind for her. The information that she would spy for wasn’t enough to keep her going.
Falcone opened a big white door for her to go in first. She saw a bright apartmentwith marble floors. The living room was an open space with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Seattle skyline. White walls contrasted with the black couch and other furniture. It looked modern but lacked anything to show that someone was living there. If she didn’t know that it belonged to Noah, she wouldn’t believe it was occupied.
"Why am I here?" She asked, not bothering to look around the place. It most likely resembled the ones from any
