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to eat very little. Once they were done, the servants
descended upon the table, clearing away the dishes. As people
talked, the servants returned a few minutes later with desserts,
placing them in front of each of the guests. After the desserts
were finished, Frano rose to his feet.
    “ Don Donatelli, I understand
that you do not w ant the slaves, but your men are most welcome to take them
up to the rooms for some entertainment.”
    “ Anyone?” the elderly don
asked.
    A rough- looking man got to his feet as
well as a short man with a pot belly and a young man with fine
features. Two more men followed suit.
    “ Five men and only four slaves,
and one of them unavailable,” Frano said. “Looks like you will have
to share.” His gaze moved to the rough-looking man two seats down
from him. “Of course, Nino, you should have first pick.”
    Nino, who had similar features to
the Donatelli don, headed for the redhead, indicating that he
wanted her. Once her chains were removed, he picked her up and
threw her over his shoulder, the men at the table cheering at him
as he walked out of the room with her.
    The pot bellied man moved to the black woman,
indicating for her to be released, then left with her and the
fine-featured man, my heart sinking for the woman. One of the other
men sat back down, gesturing for his friend to take the last girl,
muttering in Italian that if he liked skinny women he wouldn’t have
married the world’s fattest woman. The men at the table burst out
laughing, crude jokes following.
    Don Donatelli pushed to his feet. His
men instantly went quiet, everyone’s attention turning to him. “May
I toast to our families’ reunion,” he said, lifting up a glass of
red wine.
    “ S ì ! ”
Frano stood, gesturing for everyone else to do the same.
    They raised their
glasses, letting out a shout of “ Salute! ”
    The elderly don stepped away from his
chair. “I would like to retire now, but please do not let an old
man spoil your fun. Allow my son to step into my shoes and converse
on my behalf tonight.”
    “ Of course.” Frano moved around
the table and kissed the man on both cheeks, then
usher ed him
out, along with one of the Donatelli men.
    A bloodcurdling male scream made
everyone jolt, the men all turning to each other, their faces
alarmed. Another scream resounded, snapping them out of their
shock. The Russians took off out of the room, along with the other
guards. Shouting ensued, then the firing of guns followed. The
remaining Donatelli men jumped up and exited the room, leaving
behind the don’s son.
    He turned to me and the other slave.
“This household now belongs to the Donatelli, and everything in
it.” He touched my face and smiled. “Including you.”
    Alberto’s voice captured my
attention. The big man headed around the table, his demeanor
totally unconcerned, as though the gunshots and screams hadn’t—or
weren’t still happening. “No, my dear, Marco, this house is still
D’Angelo, just with the Donatelli as silent partners. I am not my
brother, I will do as you ask.”
    “ Just as long as my uncle
is given residence here.”
    “ S ì ,
the Padre may have Jagger’s room as my cousin won’t be needing it
now.” His eyes moved to mine. “Slaves don’t get rooms, they get
cells.”
    “ You must truly hate your cousin
enough to betray your brother,” Marco said.
    “ No, Frano is too soft; he is running the
business into the ground with his stubbornness and loyalty to
people who don’t deserve it. Once I prove myself as don, Frano will
understand that I did it for our family’s best interests. Though,
make sure that he is unharmed or this deal is off.”
    “ He will need to be
imprisoned until he complies.”
    “ We do not have enough
cells.”
    “ Then the slaves will have
to share.”
    Alberto’s gaze moved to me. “Or maybe
it’ll appease him to share with this slave. He does seem to like
her, and it’ll occupy his time. Moreover, he can train her,