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The Last Bell at St. Patrick's Chapter 10
Half a year later, I'd firmly established myself in the Gambino family.I'd doubled the South Side's profits and taken over the family's core accounting network.Lucien handed more and more of the business over to me.I bought a spacious apartment on Manhattan's Upper East Side.One early summer afternoon, I was sitting on my terrace with a cup of coffee.My assistant brought me an international package.Three months earlier, after driving Bella out, Damian had voluntarily stepped down from the Don's seat and handed the family's mess to old Anthony.He'd taken a few trusted men to Sicily, Italy, and hadn't come back to New York since.I tore the seal off the package. Inside was an old tin box.I opened it. On top was a yellowed photograph.Seven years ago, me and Damian on a train platform.In the photo, Damian had his arm around me, doting. I was smiling. Both of us had nothing but tenderness for each other in our eyes.I flipped the photo over. A line was written on the back.The han
The Last Bell at St. Patrick's Chapter 9
At the end of the year, the New York underworld held its annual gala at the Waldorf Astoria in Manhattan.The core members of all five families gathered in one room.It was a summit for carving up territory.As the Gambino family's senior advisor, I was seated at Lucien's side, as a matter of course.Halfway through the dinner, the ballroom doors suddenly swung open.Damian walked in. Behind him was Bella, the woman who was supposed to have been sent to Hawaii.Bella wore a thin gown and clutched a wooden box to her chest.She'd lost a lot of weight. Her eyes were red-rimmed.The two of them walked straight toward our table.Around us, elders and heads of the other families stopped talking. Every eye turned.Everyone was waiting for the Caruso family's internal joke to play out."Viola…"Bella stopped in front of me, her voice shaking."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come back to New York. Damian's been locked in his room drinking for half a month. I couldn't stand watching it anymore."S
The Last Bell at St. Patrick's Chapter 8
On a weekend afternoon, I drove out to an old warehouse in Brooklyn to pick up my last personal belongings.The warehouse manager helped me haul two heavy cardboard boxes out to the curb.I'd just pulled out my phone to call a moving van when a familiar SUV slid up in front of me.The door opened and Damian got out.Without a word, he picked up the boxes from the ground and loaded them straight into the SUV's trunk."Put those down. I called a car."I stepped forward to stop him."Let me drive you. One last time."His voice was hoarse, with deep shadows under his eyes. He clearly hadn't slept properly in days.I looked at his back and stopped arguing. I opened the passenger door and got in.This was the last time we'd cross paths. I didn't want a pointless scene on the street.Damian started the car.The air in the cabin was suffocating. Softly, an old Italian song drifted from the speakers.It was my favorite song seven years ago.I used to play it every night in my apartment. He alwa
The Last Bell at St. Patrick's Chapter 7
Three weeks into joining the Gambino family, a serious accounting hole turned up in the South Side underground bank.I worked three straight days of overtime with my team. The cross-district finance meeting ran until ten at night.We traced every fund flow and pinned down the insider taking kickbacks.By the time it was handled, I was running on empty.At 10:07, my personal phone lit up.A message from Damian. [Your stomach's bad. Don't work late on an empty stomach.]I glanced at the screen.For the past seven years, this was the hour I waited for, no matter what. I'd cancel every social engagement just to wait for his call.If I had to work late, I'd make a point of telling him. Just to get one line of concern back.Now, reading the words on the screen, all I felt was exhaustion.I flipped the phone face down on the desk and didn't reply.After the meeting, I packed up my files and headed for the elevator.When I reached the ground floor lobby, the front desk security chief stopped m
The Last Bell at St. Patrick's Chapter 6
In the morning, the Gambino family's car was waiting downstairs at the hotel, right on time.Lucien kept his word.In the top-floor office of the Manhattan headquarters, he slid a letter of appointment bearing the family crest across the desk."Viola, as of today, you're the Gambino family's senior financial advisor. Your clearance matches what you had at the Caruso family."He leaned back in his leather chair, laying out the hard truth up front."The Gambino family doesn't do old loyalties. The Caruso family will come at you. You'd better prove you deserve this seat.""I handle the books and the money flow. Outside trouble is the Gambino security department's job."I signed my name and slid the document back."Within three months, I'll double the profits from the South Side port. That's my proof."My first day on the new books, I didn't have time to look up.The Gambino family's holdings were far more tangled than the Caruso family's.I rebuilt their funding channels for the past thre
The Last Bell at St. Patrick's Chapter 5
It was an execution order, signed by the Caruso family's former Don.It clearly recorded that Bella's father had sold out the Caruso family's arms shipment routes.The old Don had issued the order and personally executed the man who betrayed the family.Bella's father had never died saving Damian.For seven years, Damian had used that lie to force me to yield to that traitor's daughter, again and again."You see it now?"Lucien sat in the car, toying with a silver lighter."That's the reason he made you swallow everything for seven years. A complete and utter lie."I folded the paper and tucked it into my coat pocket.Seven years of grievance and compromise collapsed into an absurd joke in that one moment."How did the Gambino family get this document?"I turned to look at Lucien."There are divisions inside the Caruso family."Lucien leaned back against the seat."Some people aren't happy that Damian broke the rules for a woman. They need an opening to knock the young Don down a peg.
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