Chapter 34

Michele waited patiently in a secluded corner booth at the far end of the dimly lit restaurant. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the low hum of muted conversations and clinking glasses providing a stark contrast to the gravity of the meeting about to unfold. Matteo gave a sharp nod to Frankie, the lone man he had chosen to accompany him for this delicate encounter.

“Ah, bella bows,” Michele greeted warmly, his voice carrying a hint of familiarity.

The eldest of the three Dons, Michele’s graying hair and the deep lines etched across his face betrayed the weight of years and worry. A Don visibly stressed was never a good sign, and Matteo couldn’t help but wonder if Alessio saw this as a weakness or merely the natural toll of their ruthless world. Michele rose and embraced each man firmly, the gesture both a sign of respect and an attempt to ease the palpable tension.

They settled around the table, the other men keeping a respectful distance, allowing the three leaders the privacy needed to speak openly. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across their faces, highlighting the seriousness of the moment.

“I didn’t expect you to agree to meet so quickly, Palladino,” Michele remarked, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

A bartender appeared silently, handing similar glasses to Matteo and Alessio. Matteo, however, subtly pushed his glass aside, unwilling to drink anything served during such a critical family meeting.

“I happened to be in the country already,” Alessio replied smoothly, his voice calm and measured. “I was sorry to miss Valentina and Antonio’s funerals. I wanted to pay my respects now that I had some time.”