Salvatore Dalla Part 3

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me sooner?” I snarled at him.
“Because you forbade me from mentioning her name.” He shrugged.
“Prepare the jet,” I said, heading toward my desk to grab my personal belongings before leaving. I had made a decision. “And you,” I pointed at Fabrizio, “schedule a dinner with the capos for tomorrow. Tell them I’m going to announce my fiancée.”
“Calm down, Salvatore, one step at a time,” Fabrizio began cautiously. “What if she doesn’t come back with you? We’re talking about Amapola, right? The girl is unpredictable.”
“Do what I said, Fabrizio. I expect to bring her back, but if she doesn’t come back with me, another will be chosen as my wife,” I said firmly, heading for the door, my heart racing. I didn’t want another woman; only Amapola would make me happy.
“Oh, I almost forgot.” I turned on my heels, and I could still see the three of them smiling for having achieved their goal, but I watched the smiles fade as I punched each of them. “Never tie me up again,” I warned, leaving them sprawled out, knowing each would have a black eye in a matter of seconds. “Thanks, brothers,” I said, exiting the room and leaving them behind, surely as perplexed as they were satisfied.

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