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paled, but he nodded,
Alberto’s calculated mind impressing me, but not enough to stave
off my desire to kill him. I patted his shoulder. “Shall I bring
Thierry back to refill the glasses so we can re-toast?”
“ No,” Alberto waved a hand.
“There is no need for a toast, the don and I have an
understanding.” He pushed the wine glass away, making my stomach
drop.
“ You shouldn’t waste such
beautiful wine,” I said, willing myself to stay calm. “So, drink
up.”
Alberto shook his head.
“ After
Matteo’s performance, I want whisky. Get me some.”
Lucky snorted.
“ Whisky over
this fine wine? That is sacrilegious.” The don’s son leaned over
and grabbed Alberto’s glass, making me stiffen. Before I could do
anything, he gulped it down in one go, then placed the glass down
on the table. “It’s such a waste of talent that your famiglia doesn’t work
full-time making wine. You are better wine makers than slave
traders, though I am impressed with your bargaining skills,
Alberto, you might just make a good don—just as long as you don’t
go threatening my famiglia again, because we are not so weak as to cower to the Black
Russian.”
With my heart pounding, I
watched Lucky closely, the man not reacting to the drink. He
continued talking, telling Alberto that he would sort out his son
as well as the Padre for him . After several seconds, I moved my gaze to the other
brother. Nino hadn’t drunk his wine yet, his fingers only toying
with the long stem of the glass. My heart started racing faster,
now realizing that Thierry must’ve mixed up the drinks, then a
second later that theory came crashing down as Lucky grabbed his
chest and let out a loud grunt, looking as if he was having a heart
attack. The don screamed for Nino to help his brother. Nino jumped
up, along with Alberto, who pulled Lucky from his chair and laid
him down on the floor.
Lucky’s eyes went round, then he let out a
loud gasp, the man going still a second later, making me want to
cry out that this wasn’t meant to happen! I gripped onto my head as
Nino started performing CPR on his brother. After a few minutes,
Alberto placed a hand on Nino’s back, saying the words that I was
dreading, “He’s dead.”
Nino continued to pump at his
brother’s chest, ignoring Alberto.
Alberto squeezed his
shoulder. “He’s dead,” he repeated.
Nino yanked free. “No!” he yelled,
his face twisted in sorrow. He went back to performing CPR on his
older brother. His father, the don started wailing, calling out
Lucky’s real name, “Marco!”
Alberto placed a finger to
Lucky’s neck. “H e’s gone.”
Nino stopped and leaned over his brother’s
dead body, his shoulders shaking, his sobs breaking my heart. Lucky
was an evil man, but I had still caused pain where it shouldn’t
have been laid. No one but Frano would’ve grieved over Alberto, but
a whole house would be grieving over the death of Marco “Lucky”
Donatelli.
A thud came from behind me. I
turned to find the old don sprawled out on the floor, the man
having collapsed. I screamed at Alberto, who jumped up and went for
him. Nino scrambled across the floor to his father, shoving Alberto
out of the way, yelling “ Papa! ” He placed his ear to his father’s chest, then
grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, wailing
“ Papa! ”
Tears streamed down my face. Two people
were now dead because of me, one from poison, the other from
sorrow, the frail don no doubt having had a real heart
attack.
Alberto jumped up and ran for the phone,
quickly dialing for help, although he must’ve known it was too
late. He barked into the receiver, yelling at the person on the
other end to get an ambulance pronto. I turned and headed for the
kitchen, finding Thierry looking through the doorway, along with
the cook and her assistant, all of them appearing
stunned.
“ Thierry,” I said, “Please
come with me.”
He shook his head.
“ Thierry! Come with
me!”
He stepped back,
Alberto’s calculated mind impressing me, but not enough to stave
off my desire to kill him. I patted his shoulder. “Shall I bring
Thierry back to refill the glasses so we can re-toast?”
“ No,” Alberto waved a hand.
“There is no need for a toast, the don and I have an
understanding.” He pushed the wine glass away, making my stomach
drop.
“ You shouldn’t waste such
beautiful wine,” I said, willing myself to stay calm. “So, drink
up.”
Alberto shook his head.
“ After
Matteo’s performance, I want whisky. Get me some.”
Lucky snorted.
“ Whisky over
this fine wine? That is sacrilegious.” The don’s son leaned over
and grabbed Alberto’s glass, making me stiffen. Before I could do
anything, he gulped it down in one go, then placed the glass down
on the table. “It’s such a waste of talent that your famiglia doesn’t work
full-time making wine. You are better wine makers than slave
traders, though I am impressed with your bargaining skills,
Alberto, you might just make a good don—just as long as you don’t
go threatening my famiglia again, because we are not so weak as to cower to the Black
Russian.”
With my heart pounding, I
watched Lucky closely, the man not reacting to the drink. He
continued talking, telling Alberto that he would sort out his son
as well as the Padre for him . After several seconds, I moved my gaze to the other
brother. Nino hadn’t drunk his wine yet, his fingers only toying
with the long stem of the glass. My heart started racing faster,
now realizing that Thierry must’ve mixed up the drinks, then a
second later that theory came crashing down as Lucky grabbed his
chest and let out a loud grunt, looking as if he was having a heart
attack. The don screamed for Nino to help his brother. Nino jumped
up, along with Alberto, who pulled Lucky from his chair and laid
him down on the floor.
Lucky’s eyes went round, then he let out a
loud gasp, the man going still a second later, making me want to
cry out that this wasn’t meant to happen! I gripped onto my head as
Nino started performing CPR on his brother. After a few minutes,
Alberto placed a hand on Nino’s back, saying the words that I was
dreading, “He’s dead.”
Nino continued to pump at his
brother’s chest, ignoring Alberto.
Alberto squeezed his
shoulder. “He’s dead,” he repeated.
Nino yanked free. “No!” he yelled,
his face twisted in sorrow. He went back to performing CPR on his
older brother. His father, the don started wailing, calling out
Lucky’s real name, “Marco!”
Alberto placed a finger to
Lucky’s neck. “H e’s gone.”
Nino stopped and leaned over his brother’s
dead body, his shoulders shaking, his sobs breaking my heart. Lucky
was an evil man, but I had still caused pain where it shouldn’t
have been laid. No one but Frano would’ve grieved over Alberto, but
a whole house would be grieving over the death of Marco “Lucky”
Donatelli.
A thud came from behind me. I
turned to find the old don sprawled out on the floor, the man
having collapsed. I screamed at Alberto, who jumped up and went for
him. Nino scrambled across the floor to his father, shoving Alberto
out of the way, yelling “ Papa! ” He placed his ear to his father’s chest, then
grabbed him and pulled him into his arms, wailing
“ Papa! ”
Tears streamed down my face. Two people
were now dead because of me, one from poison, the other from
sorrow, the frail don no doubt having had a real heart
attack.
Alberto jumped up and ran for the phone,
quickly dialing for help, although he must’ve known it was too
late. He barked into the receiver, yelling at the person on the
other end to get an ambulance pronto. I turned and headed for the
kitchen, finding Thierry looking through the doorway, along with
the cook and her assistant, all of them appearing
stunned.
“ Thierry,” I said, “Please
come with me.”
He shook his head.
“ Thierry! Come with
me!”
He stepped back,
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