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The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 606
POV: Matteo"You wrote names, Matteo. Ten of them, on the back of a tide table. I found it in your coat. Tell me those are people you want to invite to supper. Please tell me that."I am Matteo, and it was Saturday night, and my wife was standing in the middle of our bedroom with a small crumpled paper in her hand and her face the color of ashes. The lamp threw both our shadows against the wall, huge and trembling. I had never felt so much like a man being weighed."They are not for supper," I said."Then what?""They are the ten people in Marabella who could have quieted that crowd by Monday." There was no point in lying. I had tried it that morning, in the tower, and failed. "The captain of the dock guard. The printer on Anchor Street. Two clerks. A baker with a loud wife. People who owe me a favor, or who owe the favor of someone I once helped. I wrote them down on Thursday, in the dark. I thought: if it goes wrong, I will know who to ask.""Did you ask?""No.""Did you send a sing
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 605
POV: Isabella"You want to throw out the old rules, Lena? Fine. Then say what you would put in their place. Say it in front of three thousand people. They are waiting, and so am I."I am Isabella, and when Enzo said it, three thousand people on Marabella's quay went silent at the same time. I have heard many silences. This one had the sound of a held breath, and a small girl standing in the middle of it.It was Saturday morning, bright and bitter cold. Gulls wheeled over the water. The air smelled of fish and wet rope and the sour tang of fear. The platform had been built from fish crates and old planks, and on it stood the nine members of the council in a row, with Lena and Enzo before them like two small figures in a very large painting. Matteo sat beside me on a borrowed bench, his canes across his knees. On the other side sat Odile Ricci, eighty four years old, with a knitting bag in her lap and a face like a shut door.I had not slept. On Tuesday night, after Lena asked her quest
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 604
POV: Matteo"You used to tell me bedtime stories about arguments. Chairs flying, names shouted, a whole city holding its breath. Where did that woman go, Mother? Because the one at the table on Tuesday looked like she wanted to go home."I am Matteo, and I sat in a corner of Giulia's kitchen at midnight on Friday with a cup of cold tea and the strict orders of my wife ringing in my head. She had said it at supper. Sit, listen, and say nothing. It was the hardest job I had ever been given, and I was failing at it only in my elbows, which kept twitching.Leandro had asked me to come. He had found me on the quay that afternoon, looking hollow eyed and young for his years, and said he could not sleep and did not know why. So I came, and I drank tea, and the family's quarrel arrived at the table like weather."I am still that woman," Giulia said."Are you?""Lena. Tomorrow the whole quay will be full of people who think I have betrayed them. I have not slept for two nights. Please do not d
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 603
POV: Isabella"Burn it, Isabella. Do not read it, do not ask me why, just put it in the stove and let me make you soup. I am begging you, and I have not begged since I was nineteen."I am Isabella, and Rosa's hands were shaking so badly that she had dropped her ladle on my kitchen floor. It was Wednesday evening. The soup pot sat on my little stove, smelling of onions and bay leaves, and Salvatore's green envelope lay on the table between us like a dish nobody wanted to touch.I should say what had happened since the tower. Matteo had sworn on his life, and on the Bell, that he had never underlined the page. I believed him. Mostly. A small cold coin of doubt had settled in my chest and would not dissolve. He had gone down to the harbor wall to sit alone, which he did when I hurt his feelings, and I had gone home to be ashamed of myself. Then Rosa had arrived with Nico's cart and a basket and had seen the letter, and her face had turned the color of tallow."Rosa." I picked up the ladl
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 602
POV: Matteo"Lord Matteo, are you here to stop us? Because the charter says any two citizens may ring the Bell and force a public forum. Article Nine. Read it yourself. I dare you to tell me I am wrong."I am Matteo, and I had climbed one hundred and twelve stairs to hear that, with a cane in each hand and my lungs sawing like a rusty blade. The Bell tower smelled of tar and cold bronze. Pale dawn came through the arrow slits in stripes. Below me the harbor was only half awake, and every roof in Marabella was still ringing with the sound.In fifteen years the Bell had rung for weddings and for the launching of ships. It had never once rung like a question.Two people held the rope. One was Lena Aldrin, small and furious, with her braid half undone. The other was a lanky boy with fisherman's hands whom she called Tavi, who looked as if he wanted to be anywhere else on earth and would die before he let go."It takes two people to move it," Lena said. "That is the rule. Your own wife wro
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 601
POV: Isabella"Nine hands went up before the clerk finished reading the title. Not one of you turned the page. My parents built this table with blood and bruises, and you treat it like a place to hang your coats."I am Isabella, and the girl who said it stood on the gallery bench in a gray coat two sizes too big, with her chin high and both hands shaking. She was sixteen years old. Her name was Lena Aldrin. Every head in the Harbor Hall turned toward her, and then, one by one, turned politely away again.It was a Tuesday in early spring, fifteen years after the Bell of Many Hands was hung. Matteo and I sat on the last bench by the east wall, where we had sat on every council day since we gave up our chairs. He carried two canes now. I carried a cushion I would never admit to needing.The item had been the harbor tax renewal. Forty pages. The clerk read the title, Speaker Moro said, "All in favor," and nine hands rose like birds leaving a wire. It took less time than peeling an apple.
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