“Ernesto,” he says in that husky voice I love so much, “is an example of what will happen to anyone who is entrusted with Mrs. Leone’s safety, but fails to do his job properly.”
The capos’ eyes bounce between the knife lodged in the center of the conference table and Kai.
“Nera”—Salvo leans toward me—“I don’t think this is—”
“We’re done for today,” I cut him off. “You’re all free to leave.”
Chairs scrape on the polished wooden floor as the men rise and file out one by one. I know they won’t let this go so easily, but that problem will have to wait for another day. Salvo is the last to walk away from the table, and as he reaches the door, he stops and gives me a pointed look.
Massimo won’t like this, his look says.
He closes the door after he exits, leaving me alone with the man who b
