Stop looking for Selvaggio or else…
The message made Noah even more furious. He pulled back, lifted one of the armchairs and viciously threw it downstairs. It landed on the piano, completely destroying it. The change of the Capo's character almost left Inéz speechless, however, she took it upon her to say something. Comfort the man. She opened her lips, but feeling a strong hand wrapped around her wrist, she backed out. Flavio looked at her, shaking his head. It was never a good idea to try to talk down the Capo when he was in such a state.
The Underboss wanted to say something himself as he’d repeatedly told his brother to stop looking for Lynette. She was nothing but trouble, and today his words became reality. Even far away from them, the girl managed to bring problems for the Famiglia. Someone didn’t want them to find her and was ready to kill to make sure it stayed that way. However, what worried Flavio more was the fact that Noah would still want to find her. These acts were making him more curious and focused on the task. No one would be able to talk him out of it now. The determination too strong to be eliminated.
Noah was pacing from one end of the corridor to the other. Flavio turned towards Isaac. "How did you find it?"
"That’s the thing, I didn’t. It just appeared on my screen. Someone hacked the laptop to give this message but hasn’t left any trace behind. They logged out as if it wasn’t their intention to spy on us," he stated.
"You let someone hack into the laptop? I thought you were smarter than that," Noah screamed, staring directly at Isaac.
"I am. But that doesn’t mean I am the best. Obviously, I'm not. I can immediately see when someone is trying to hack me, but I wasn’t able to stop this one. Whoever it was, they were quick enough to send the message to us and vanish without a trace."
Flavio sighed, looking at his brother. "I’ll take care of it," he said, mad that he would be the one to repair the damage occurred because of the one person he truly hated.
Noah seethed. "Don’t give me that look, Flavio."
He knew what his Underboss was thinking.
"I told you Selvaggio meant trouble. Why are you so fixated on her? It’s not like you want her. You never did. So why the fuck do you care where she is and what’s happening to her?" he said calmly but still in a commanding voice. Something that shouldn’t be there when he was with his Capo. No one was supposed to challenge him like that.
Inéz looked at the younger brother. He too didn’t know his brother’s intentions with Lynette. It was strange, judging by the fact that he was one of few people the Capotrusted.
Noah glared at him. "That’s my business for now. Just take care of the body," he said and left the penthouse grabbing the car keys on his way out.
CHAPTER 13
The funeral of the Phoenix Capodecina - Andrea Gaspari took place three days later. For this occasion, both Noah and Flavio flew to Arizona to show their respect, as well as to meet up with their people and make a plan on how the things were going to work from then on. Searching for Lynette wasn’t Capo’s only problem anymore since whoever had taken her, was out and killing his people. They were making a statement and Noah, sure as hell, wouldn’t allow them to have the last word. There wasn’t a chance for him to stop looking for the girl like his younger brother had tried to convince him to for the past days. Considerably more often now than before. He needed to show strength. Las Vegas Famiglia wasn’t one to mess with. Noah was a person to fear. No one was going to make him cower just because of one fucking warning. But his captains had to be aware of what was happening so they could be prepared.
There was just one problem - none of them wanted to hear the name Lynette Selvaggio again.
The Capo dei capi was sitting by the desk with a glass of cognac, trying to figure out where to go with the search from here. In a few minutes, all the captains were to come into the room and he needed a strong tactic to share. He had nothing yet.
"I have an idea, but you’re not going to like it," Flavio said as he came into the room.
"I won’t like the reaction of the captains once I tell them I have no fucking idea what to do either so you might as well just spit it out."
The Underboss sat down next to his brother. "We will contact New York and get their insight on the Bratva."
Noah snorted. "Bazzoli is not going to agree. We have his cousin and niece for fuck’ssake. That conversation will be a disaster."
"Not if he wants them back. And even if he’s bastard enough not to care whether his women live or die, he still has three other Caposthat he needs to convince it’s a bad idea to do business with us. They don’t want war if there’s a slight chance of peace. Half of their drugs coming from Colombia are getting lost because of us. The Tempa and Chicago Caposwill vote in our favor. Maybe Pittsburgh will be harder to convince as he’s Bazzoli’s uncle and an old prick, but they have to consider it."
"So you want me to step down from intercepting their shipments and give Anastasia and her mother back to Bazzoli for information on the Bratva? Are you out of your mind?"
As far as the Capo was concerned, he was at war with half of the States and just because he needed to be on top of Bratva’s moves wasn’t a good enough
