There was a clamor outside, and an unconscious guard came through the door, closely followed by Sofia, choke-holding another. She kicked the door shut and slammed the guard against it. “You dirty son of a bitch.” “Pay no heed, Mother. Cousin Scaligeri is upset,” said Valentino. “Correct me if I’m mistaken, but isn’t there a truce in effect?” Sofia kicked his chair out. His chin slammed on the table, and he fell to the ground, moaning. “Mow! My tonugu! Gaetamo!” Gaetano finished cutting his steak before looking up. “This should be entertaining.” She stood over him. “Your ‘accident’ nearly killed Vanzetti’s boy.” Valentino touched his bloodstained lip. “So?” “A child! A southsider!” Valentino remained impassive as he slowly reached for the nearest weapon to hand. “If he’s on the bridge, he’s one of yours.” “The engineer almost died too! Do you even care about the consequences?” “What shall I say, better luck next time?” “There’s not going to be a next time,”
