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The Settlement
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2025-12-28 06:53:27Don Antonio Bonasera was born in Venice, Italy. He worked for one of the most powerful Italian families; the Corleone’s. He had been their hitman, bodyguard and driver sworn to protect them in loyalty to his boss. He had a look that was primordial, striking and intimidating in his appearance: tall and broad shouldered, avuncular with a wide nose, blood-red eyes and a rough skin. He resembled the mugshots of killers in cold blood on crime TV documentaries. If one examined closely, the blood of his enemies were crusted deep in his fingernails.
When Don Corleone died, he got a good share of his will and relocated to the US to start his own business. Sin city was an initiate of his evil mind.
Once, the Don had told him his greatest wish was to avenge the Patroens by killing his first and only son.
“If all it takes to give you justice Godfather is to take out his son, then, I would as well bring his own head and wife and that of all his guards”
His loyalty was his secret to success. He had set Zara up at the airport with cocaine, pretending to have saved her in order to recruit her into sex trafficking.
Now Antonio was in a dank, uncompleted building where he had asked to be seen by Nat.
They parked their black SUVS and came out accompanied by bodyguards.
Nat offered him a handshake
“Antonio Bonasera” he said
Antonio refused to return the gesture. He refused too, a smile.
Nat smiled. Tough one. No doubt.
“What’s the 411?" Antonio asked
“Well, I have a settlement deal for you. No doubt an interesting one, if you must know”—
He cut him briskly.
“Straight to the point fella. I have important businesses to attend to.”
“I’m more important to business than anything you might have” ?
Antonio scrunched his face.
“If not for our guards, I could have easily murdered you now now in cold blood”
“But you can’t” Nat matched his frequency with arrogance and smiled
“I can’t because I'm loyal to Italian values. We don’t act like wild animals. We settled. Or feud. And feud doesn’t happen in planned settings. We come for you in your home”
“What do you think about loyalty” ? he asked
“Loyalty is non-negotiable. I smell a rat, I fumigate”
Nat clapped his hands in a mocking gesture. He was smiling.
“If you must know, I'm here for Zara. To clear off her debts. She deserves a better life beyond the club”.
He took his time to light his cigar and then blew the smoke in his face.
“How much are you offering” ?
“She owes you 200,000 but I'd give you 500,000. I wanna buy a share at your club”
“Share”? he was irritated
“Yeah”
He laughed.
“Dannato Americano”.
He spoke Italian.
“I don’t give shares to Americans, he said.
“Why” ? he was curious
“That’s a story for another day but it is what it is”
“You can bank on my loyalty”. Nat tried persuading.
“Loyalty’s not said. It’s proven. I could give you Zara. But none of my shares”
“When will you release her? She needs to start work for me as soon as possible”.
He released an evil laughter.
“I really would have had some respect for you. But Zara. Poor taste, man. You went for the lamest of the whores”
Nat swallowed that. He was truly a crazy ass punk. He nodded and side eyed his driver who brought out a briefcase containing thousands of dollars.
Antonio smelled the money
“The only smell I ever loved outside was the cherry between a girl's thighs.
“You’d have her tonight. He said still putting the money back and closing the briefcase. Although if you re-traffic her that might be profitable”.
“No! that won’t be happening”. Nat said confidently.
“Such an idiot” He said directly to his face.
“Gustavo”! “Gustav”! he shouted his name even though he was just standing a few kilometers from him.
Gustavo brought out a bull dog.
“Here’s a present for you” Lyon gave a crooked smile.
Nat’s bodyguard headed over.
“Italians never leave one without gifts”.
He said proudly, turning back to his car.
Nat took a deep breath to calm his fear over the sight of the wild dog now barking vehemently at him and his bodyguards.
Humiliation or not, his mission had been accomplished. Though Lyon really tempted one to smack his ugly ass face, punching him hard until blood came out.
He went to his car, smiling through the drive because he could now execute his plan.
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