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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.
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 600
POV: Matteo"We are for sitting here, Matteo. For being two tired old people on a bench, watching other people argue badly at the top of their lungs, and not saying one single word. It is the hardest job we have ever had."I am Matteo, and it was Isabella who answered, three days after I asked her, on the evening of the first clear day of autumn. We sat side by side on a wooden bench on the harbor wall, with a blanket across our knees and a flask of something warm between us. It was not ditch tea. Renza had graduated me to a kind of weak sweet cider, and I had never tasted anything better in my life.Below us, the harbor was full of ordinary ships. Fishing boats. A merchant brig from the north, unloading barrels. Two of the Gray Key's old vessels, repainted white, rode at anchor at the far end of the quay with their new names still wet on their hulls. Sailors were rowing between them, singing something rude. Nobody was pointing a gun at anything."Tell me again," I said. "What exactly
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 599
POV: Isabella"Will you take them from me? Say it plainly, Isabella. Will the council take my grandchildren, or will you let a dying fool keep them one more night before the law decides?"I am Isabella, and Aurelio Vey asked it from a cot in the dock quarter infirmary at dawn on Thursday, with a gray blanket pulled to his chin and Doctor Renza's herb tea steaming untouched beside him. Two guards stood at the door. Ottavio sat on the floor beside the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees. Mira slept on a second cot, curled small, with her fist pressed to her mouth.I had not slept at all. I had spent the night reading that black book from cover to cover, every name, every address, every small cruel note in the margins. Three hundred and eleven hostages. Twelve captains. And on the very last page, in a shaky hand, the thing he had begged me not to read.Ottavio, my daughter's son. Mira, my daughter's daughter. Keep them near. Keep them steady. Never let the captains learn whose blo
The Don's Ruthless Empire chapter 598
POV: Matteo"Step back from the edge of the pier, Matteo. Right now. The Gray Heron has just put out every lantern on her deck, and I cannot tell if that means surrender or if they are about to fire."I am Matteo, and it was Nico who said it, with his big hand clamped on my arm. It was full dark by then. The rain had stopped, and a thin cold wind came off the water, smelling of tar and salt and wet rope. Along the whole length of the south pier, a few hundred people stood in silence behind Captain Brandt's guards, staring at the black shapes of the twelve ships.An hour before, I had watched my wife climb the gangplank of the flagship with Camilla, Giulia, and Tomas beside her. She had not looked back. She had walked up that plank with her small gray coat buttoned to her chin, and I had pressed my nails into my palms until they bled."Say it to someone, Matteo," Nico said. "Not to the dark. You promised her."My throat ached. I had promised Isabella, in a small bedroom at two in the m
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