The banquet hall suddenly went silent.
Everyone was staring at the cream-stained black call button beside my plate.
The smile froze on Viola’s face.
Luca’s wineglass stopped mid-swing.
Three seconds later, every bodyguard in the banquet hall drew their gun at the same time.
“Click.”
The sound of dozens of guns being c****d exploded through the room.
Every barrel pointed straight at Luca.
The glass in Luca’s hand slipped free and shattered on the floor.
Behind him, the capos who had been leaning against the wall smoking all straightened, their guns turning as well.
Old Godfather Vito slowly rose from his seat.
He bent at the waist and bowed to me.
“Donna.” His voice trembled.
The other godfathers rose one after another, like dominoes falling in reverse.
“Donna.”
“Donna.”
Eve
