"Good. One less problem," the Capo said.
Elio instantly thought back to what Flavio had said about him leaving Savannah before causing some real damage. There was no doubt that they were brothers.
"What information did you get out of him about the Bratva? Has he told you the name?"
"Sì. Igor Vasiliev was coming to the diner. Him and his brother, Ivan, are looking to take over the businesses established by the Famiglia. They don't care about other families who still have influences here. It became personal for them because they lost over seven million dollars a year."
Noah nodded, an intense look adorning his face. As if he was thinking about something important. "I'll get my people to look into it. We won't let this slide without retaliation." Pause, then he looked at Elio once again. "I bet you're up for the job later?"
Elio smirked, imagining himself ripping the Russian motherfucker to pieces. But not before shoving a gun so deep into Igor's ass that he would single-handedly beg for mercy. Right now for him, it has become personal too.
He agreed.
"Good. Gastone, find another owner. And he better be fucking scared of you, so that we don't go through something like this again. The Bratva's going to be a problem for a long time, but it's your fucking job to ensure people talk when someone approaches them. You can be glad that your son had enough influence to find something out from one of the waitresses."
Those words were a warning for Father, however, Elio knew that the last part was also an indication of his possible future screw-up. Outsiders were out of the question. Never before had any Capo dei Capi agreed on unions like that. Politics and entrepreneurship were the fields they took an active part in to bring more recognition to just how important of a role the mafia played in the society, but going as far as creating relationships wasn't normal. And even though the new Capo was keen on making changes - one of them being moving half of the operations from Sicily to the United States - some things couldn't be pushed through the same way. Traditions had to be kept and people satisfied.
Because of that Elio preferred to withhold the fact that Savannah also witnessed him torturing the fucker.
"We cannot answer for one person's—" Gastone began saying just as Noah raised his hand in a silencing gesture. Then he got up from his seat, buttoning his jacket.
"Whether the owner answers to you or you to me doesn't make a fucking difference to me. It, however, might make a huge difference to you. I gave you that position. Don't make me take it away in the most brutal way. Just take care of this shit," Noah seethed, heading straight for the doors. He was done with the meeting. And Elio immediately wished he could walk out now, too.
Instead, he glanced over his shoulder, seeing his Capo out and took his seat, waiting for Father to start his disquisition. Fabro's eyes didn’t leave his brother. He, too, wasn't happy that Hunter was killed before they were able to talk to him. It didn't matter that Elio actually managed to grill him about everything.
Gastone poured himself some bourbon, downing it all at once and put down the glass with a loud thud. His hand was shaking with anger as well as with a sense of anxiety. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned his head towards Elio but said nothing. His eyes darkened, however, it could be recognized for what it really was - fear. Made Men were afraid, too. Especially when their Capo dei Capi could so openly threaten them. Even if he was twice younger than half of his soldiers. The damage he could do was real.
"What the fuck did this bitch actually tell you that you decided to ignore my order?" he snapped.
There was no mistake that he was talking about Savannah and even if Elio's fingers twitched towards his gun, he stayed put, knowing that it would be a stupid thing to do. He could hardly harm his Father and boss and still walk out of here unscathed.
Elio doesn't move his eyes from him. "You already know everything that I do. So what if I killed him? You gave me permission to do whatever was needed. Well, this was the only way to make people listen and fucking pay up when the time comes."
"Being brutal out in the open for everyone to see doesn't make it more efficient. You can be glad that we decided to check the place after you left. That was one big motherfucking mess. Even the cleaners had a problem with getting it back together," Fabro chimed in.
The Enforcer shrugged. He didn't care if someone found the body. More so, he wanted people to know what happened with traitors. And with the way he’d brutalized the body, it would most certainly send a message. But for some reason, they decided to hide the evidence.
"People won't learn to come to us if the Bratva fuckers approach them otherwise. You should have hung the body from the roof for others to see," he said easily, running his tongue over his teeth. That is why his job was out in the field. No boring meetings. This, however, had the potential to turn into a dangerous one.
As he glanced at his twin, he saw the curiosity. Which only meant that not only Noah had picked up on Savannah coming to him for a reason. It was just a thin line between them finding out much more and as stupid as this was Elio had no further intentions of stopping himself from getting involved with the girl. He didn’t care anymore about all the
