Salvatore Dalla Part 2
“Before me, you demand nothing!” The calmness in my voice contradicts the firmness, and everyone falls silent immediately. “None of you, I would marry any of the daughters of the family, except for yours, Carbone; if there’s a bitch among us, it’s her.” I catch a glimpse of Amapola looking up at me, surprised by my words.
“I won’t allow...” he begins to speak in a tone louder than he should, and I silence him.
“ENOUGH!” I slam both hands on the table, my gaze piercing. “One more word from you, and you will die without even knowing why.” Everyone shrinks in their chairs, and I continue.
“You are by my side for all the decisions of the mafia, but in my personal life, you will not interfere or touch what is mine,” I say, looking into each of their eyes. “I could have simply brought her back, but I took advantage of the meeting to collect a debt, and not just your daughter will pay; you will also pay for killing my soldiers and taking Amapola. Rico, play the video.”
“If there is a traitor among us, it’s your family, and for that, you will pay with your lives. Not a single Carbone will remain alive on Italian soil, and let this serve as a warning to anyone who dares approach me.” I watch as everyone is astonished by the scene where Carlota drugs me and then deliberately throws herself at me.
At that same moment, one of my soldiers enters the warehouse with Carbone’s wife, making it clear what I will do; all eyes are on me, and I don’t hide the hatred coursing through me.
“Salvatore, I love you, don’t kill me, please,” Carlota pleads, and I don’t even bother to look in her direction; I signal for my men to arrest them.
“In consideration of everything you’ve done for the famiglia up to this point, I will grant you a quick death. Does anyone have any objections?” I ask, turning my attention to all the astonished faces around the table; I don’t hear even a breath from any of them.
Aligned in a row are Carlota and her parents flanking her. Rico and Fabrizio stand beside me, and with our weapons drawn, like a firing squad trained to kill, the three bodies fall to the ground. It was the end of the Carbone clan; I felt no remorse for it. I had just freed the mafia from those who plot against their boss. One of their soldiers had told Amadeu that everyone was aware of what Carlota would do, even knowing the risks. They conspired not only against Amapola but also against me.
“Let the council be disbanded,” I say, the words that conclude all meetings, and everyone disperses quickly. I believe they could no longer bear to be in my presence for even one more second.
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