7 - Father

~Enzo~

Sometimes, you can break a man with instruments of torture. As his bones shatter and blood pools, he’ll eventually give in and do anything you say to stop the pain. I’ve only met one or two who couldn’t. If you let him live afterwards, he’ll never be quite the same, knowing he wasn’t as untouchable as he once thought he was.

And sometimes, you can achieve the same thing without any violence at all. I haven’t laid a finger on Salvatore Motta, but the look on his pale face as he sits across the desk from me in my office in Napoli tells me that he’s broken all the same. His aura of invincibility is gone.

“You can’t do this, Enzo. Your father was my best friend. We swore an oath to each other…”

“An oath that your daughter dishonored when she chose to go behind my back and make a mockery of her vows. Your grievance is with her, Salvatore, not me. Because of her actions, the Motta family is no longer under my protection and that means your business is fair game. At least I am pay