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“Enrique Calvino was the Don at the time, and he had been since the death of Luca and Adriano Genovese’s father, but he manipulated them into believing our family was responsible for the death of Don Mariano Genovese. That’s what started the war between our two families,” I explain, finally lifting my gaze to meet Emelio’s eyes instead of staring at the edge of my desk like I have been.
He stands across from me with his arms crossed, one shoulder slightly angled toward the window, listening without interrupting. I can see him piecing it together, not just the facts but the years of tension that shaped us while he and Franky were somewhere else.
“It was all a lie, created by Calvino, so he could keep the power,” I continue, keeping my voice even. “But when we learned the
