Alessandro
We returned home, and I cursed everyone.
The situation was really bad. I thought Lorenzo was going to do something stupid. I had suspected it, but this was something from another planet. The jerk was much bolder than I thought; daring to attack me directly in such a bad way was dirty.
“Get me on a group call with the other capos,” I said to Nicola, and my friend looked at me impressed. “Do it.”
“What do you intend to do?” asked Nicola without hesitation.
“Cashing favors and alliances,” I said briskly. "Lorenzo Moretti attacked me in my house, under my good faith, violating all common sense. For me, he can go to hell."
Nicola nodded and made the call.
As I had expected, the capos were not happy with the situation, most of them not to Lorenzo's liking, so they didn't hesitate too quickly to back me up. That felt good, all things considered. Marcelo Greco, however, was reluctant.
“I don't want to get involved in the war,” the Casamonica capo said without hesitation.
“I regret
