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Part 3: Daivan
Chapter 13 Best
|Alessandro: Ethan, the idiot, probably captured me … well … because he wanted my help.|
|Luchino: Help? From the Capo of an enemy gang?|
|Alessandro: To help with the war, the GD called in the fellas from the Chicago gangs, and so they ended up almost devoured by the big guys. …Ethan’s gotten old, though I really shouldn’t be talking.|
Ivan: Hmph, what a sob story. In the end, the punks were hicks who’da gotten blown away like a straw house if we just puffed hard enough, huh.
Luchino: And we almost lost to said hicks.
|Alessandro: I’m not proud of it, but I have a lot of old unwanted connections. I can talk to the Chicago Boss. That’s why Ethan took me captive…|
|Alessandro: He probably wanted to push the Outfits back somehow. To me, it was like this city and all of you guys were being held captive, so I played nice.|
Giulio: …So … how did the negations with the Outfits go…?
|Alessandro: As for that … Bernardo’s flying over right now. He’s meeting with the biggest face in Chicago right now.|
|Gian: …’s he gonna be all right…?|
|Alessandro: It’s a good deal for the Boss there. It’ll be fine. Probably. Bernardo will come back with both balls intact.|
I hold back a ‘Shit,’ instead digging my nails into my palm like a runt. The conversation goes on with everyone gathered here, everyone except Bernardo.
|Cavalli: Then, will we proceed with the meeting with the Grave Diggers at the planned time, planned location?|
|Alessandro: Yeah, keep the date. I’ll be counting on you guys when the time comes, too. Neither of us can’t bring all that many guards, but…|
|Alessandro: …just in case, I’ve invited the mayor’s secretary. Gangsters or not, they won’t be firing a shot. If they do, they’d be making enemies of the department of justice as well.|
|Alessandro: Originally I’d asked the mayor himself to come, but … I guess that was a stretch.|
|Alessandro: We will negotiate peace with the GD tomorrow. We’ll be ending this lose-lose war of misfortune between us. In other words…|
|Cavalli: We won’t be yielding one grain of Daivan’s sand to the gangsters.|
|Luchino: Will they accept those conditions?|
|Alessandro: That’s why Bernardo’s calling the Chicago Boss here. It’s infuriating, but we’re going to have him mediate for us.|
‘Infuriating,’ he says, but there’s a smirk on his face. …What’s up with the old man? …He’s hiding something from us…
|Cavalli: We’ll see you tomorrow, then.|
Everyone stands from their seats. I head over to the completely silent phone desk. Without Bernardo here, I’m the one on duty.
|Alessandro: Oh right, Giancarlo.|
|Alessandro: About you being the next Capo…|
|Gian: Oh. We did say something like that, didn’t we? Rather, you’re hopping ‘bout like a spring chicken. You should just stay Capo.|
|Alessandro: You fool!|
The crack of the metaphorical whip makes me jump and stand up straight.
|Alessandro: The decision was made with good reason! You are already the de facto Capo of the family. …I’ll say it again,|
|Alessandro: Giancarlo, you will succeed my position.|
Boss announces the words loud and clear in front of everyone. …They’re heavy words. In a sense, it reaffirms my position to all the captains.
Giulio: …I will follow Signor Gian.
Luchino: On the Omertà and my honor, as you command.
Ivan: …You better do your job, you bastard!
|Gian: …Yeah. I know.|
After I dithered about for an entire hour, I make a phone call to a certain location… Crap. I shouldn’t be doing this…
…but … I couldn’t not be certain.
I always lie to myself … which is why I called that one bar. I called the Keyside.
After keeping me waiting for a while, Nastasha comes onto the phone.
Nastasha: …Why are you calling me?
|Gian: …We caused a lot of trouble for you and your place, so I figured I’d call.|
Nastasha: …Not really. Why isn’t Bernardo calling?
|Gian: He’s busy right now…
Nastasha: I see…
…For some time, we both fall silent. …It looks like I’m the one imposing. …Dave didn’t lay a finger on her…?
Suddenly, the lady makes to talk. Her voice holds the sound of laughter … but, if I had to put a color to it, it’s pitch-black.
Nastasha: …Please. Don’t call me anymore.
…A pitch-black silence flows between us through the cables.
|Gian: Do you want me to pass anything onto Bernardo?|
There’s a pause before Nastasha replies.
Nastasha: Tell him … that I don’t need his roses this Friday. I’ve found someone else who will give them to me. Tell him that.
…Don’t tell me…
Nastasha: …I’m keeping people waiting. I’m hanging up.
|Gian: All right. …Goodbye.|