bound to the ruthless mafia king의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Nobody spoke for a full minute. Enzo stood in the doorway with his phone in his hand and the news still settling into the room. Luca was at the table. I was by the window. The distance between us felt suddenly very deliberate on both our parts. Dante Romano. Alive. Walking into the gathering with the Lions Heart in five days after making us run for weeks. Working with Silvio. Luca moved first. He pulled out a chair and sat and opened his phone and said "tell me everything your contact said. Exactly." Enzo sat across from him and talked. The gathering location, the format, how many family heads had confirmed attendance, what Silvio had said word for word about Dante and the diamond. I listened from the window and let it wash over me and tried to find the version of my father in it that made sense. I couldn't. "Why would he help Silvio," I said. They both looked at me. The room waited. Neither of them answered because neither of them knew and at least they didn't pret

The restaurant had been there longer than any of us had been alive.You could tell by the way nothing matched. Chairs from three different decades, a bar that had been refinished so many times the wood had lost its original colour, photographs on the wall going back far enough that the people in them were dressed in clothes that belonged to another era entirely. A handwritten menu on a chalkboard that looked like it hadn't changed since the place opened. It smelled like coffee and old wood and something that had been cooking since early morning.Caruso was already at the back table when we walked in.Sixties, heavy through the shoulders, the kind of face that had stopped being surprised by anything a long time ago. He watched us cross the room with his hands flat on the table and his coffee untouched in front of him. When Luca reached him he stood and they shook hands the way men shake hands when there's a history behind it that isn't entirely clean. Brief. Firm.Eyes steady on each

Enzo had been standing at the stove for ten minutes and whatever he was doing to those eggs was a crime. "You need to move them," I said. "I'm moving them." "You're pushing them around. That's different.""It's the same thing." "It really isn't." I got up from the table and came to stand beside him and looked at the pan. The eggs were already past saving. "How do you manage to do this every time." "They taste fine." "They look terrible.""Good thing we're eating them and not looking at them." He scooped them onto two plates and handed me one and I took it because I was hungry enough not to argue further. We sat at the table and from the back room Luca's voice came through low and steady, working his contacts the way he'd been doing since before I was awake. Enzo ate for a minute without talking. I did the same. Outside, the morning was grey and still, and the building around us was quiet. "How was it," Enzo said. Not looking up from his plate. "While I was gone. With him." I

I'd been awake most of the night. Lying on my back staring at the ceiling listening to Luca's voice through the wall, low and controlled, working his contacts until some point in the early hours when the flat finally went quiet and I was still staring at the ceiling.I got up before anyone else and sat at the table and looked at the documents I'd already memorised and waited for what I knew was coming.Enzo came out first. He took one look at the flat, at me at the table and Luca's closed door and the specific quality of the morning air, and went to the kitchen without saying anything. He came back with two plates of toast and put one in front of me and sat down and ate his without a word.That was Enzo.Luca's door opened twenty minutes later.He didn't look at me when he came in. He went straight to the table and picked up his phone and stood there reading whatever had come in overnight. His jaw was set. His movements had that particular economy that meant he was managing something

Luca stopped the car. Engine still running. The road ahead blocked by a dark car positioned across both lanes. Two men stood beside it with their hands visible and their faces stern. And Silvio. Standing in front of all of it like he had nowhere else to be this morning. In the back seat Enzo came awake immediately. Not gradually, not the slow surfacing of someone disturbed. Just awake, taking in the scene, going completely still. Luca's hands were on the wheel and he wasn't moving. "Stay in the car," he said. To both of us but his eyes were on the road. "No," I said. He looked at me. "He's seen me before. At the Black Sector." I held his gaze. "I'm not an unknown variable to him. If I stay in the car it looks like you're protecting me and he'll use that. If I'm standing next to you he has to account for me." I paused. "That's something." Luca looked at me for a second. Then he opened his door. Enzo stayed. We got out into the cold morning air and walked toward S