Leonardo sat alone in his office, the soft ticking of the clock the only sound. He reached for his phone and dialed a number he hadn’t called in a while—Don Vittorio, the eldest of the five families.
The line rang once before Vittorio’s deep voice answered.
“Leonardo. I was just about to call you. We need to speak about Don De Luca.”
“That’s the reason I called,” Leonardo said firmly. “I want to apologize to the four families for not including you in what I was doing. And for carrying out a mission without telling you first.”
There was a pause before Vittorio answered, his tone surprisingly calm.
“We understand. But as you know, a formal meeting must be held for the underground. You’ll need to explain everything. And we must also replace the De Luca family. You will address that when
