“I don’t give a shit!” Sebastiano Domenico D’onofrio spat, slamming the flat of his hand forcefully upon the smooth surface of the desk separating them.
The two men conversed heatedly in the dimly lit office hidden within the D’onofrio’s grand home. Sebastiano, a man known for his cool demeanour, was irate. His face was flushed, his pulse pounding, and the veins in his neck protruding like tightly wound strings of a harp. Never had he been so fuelled by anger before.
Antonio Fiorenza almost cowered in his chair under the stronger man’s fiery gaze; almost.
“You owe me, Antonio, and now I wish to collect.” The directness of Sebastiano’s words sent a chill down Antonio’s spine. He would no longer be Sebastiano’s right-hand man, he would no longer be the second most feared mafiosi, no longer the powerful son of Valentino Fiorenza; he had failed his family and now it was time he be punished for his weaknesses.
“I can’t repay you, Sebastiano. You know of this. Is there no other way?” Antonio pleaded. He despised whom he had now become but he despised the man before him even more. Sebastiano was a savage.
“I no longer want your money,” Sebastiano taunted slowly, pulling back to lean against the soft leather back of his chair as his face became suddenly impassive. When he became reserved like this, his eyes blank and his expression emotionless, that’s when even the toughest of men began to quiver. It was when he was calm and thinking clearly that Sebastiano inflicted the real pain.
“There is something far more precious to my family that you will grant me,” he spoke in a slow and measured tone. “My son, Mercello, has taken over from me a year now as you are aware.”
Antonio swallowed roughly, wincing at the feeling similar to glass shards stabbing his throat. His mouth was dry, yet his body was drenched in perspiration. The new direction of the conversation had his hands clenching tightly in the expensive material of his suit pants.
“I wish to unite our two families through the strongest bond there is and combine our strengths. Naturally, this will ensure your quickly crumbling position at the top, something I understand you to adore more than anything.” Sebastiano held off the fierce scowl wanting to encompass his face at his own words. While Antonio was usually an intelligent man, something Sebastiano respected, he was sickened by Antonio’s unbalanced priorities.
In Sebastian’s mind family always came first, a notion that he was now testing as he awaited Antonio’s answer to his outlandish yet profitable proposal.
“You will keep her safe?” Antonio requested quietly, as if he was ashamed of his words.
“I look after family.”
Antonio gritted his teeth to hold in his protests. He could no longer afford to anger Don. He didn’t want to concede, but he had no choice. He could no longer protect his family without the aid of the D’onofrio’s and he wasn’t willing to risk their safety over a petty matter of his pride.
“Very well,” Antonio’s voice strained to speak the words, but regardless Sebastiano heard them. The foreboding man stood; his hand outstretched towards Antonio which was clasped limply to seal the deal between the two men. Antonio had just signed his daughter’s life away to the most powerful mafia family currently residing in the U.S.A.