Perfectly broken

Chapter 19

Dante's pov:

Things are getting worse and worse by each day that passes. By now, after just forty hours of that call I received from Nevio, almost all the mafia families in the world heard about the news. And, I don't fucking know how the word spread around so fast.

Its logical that everyone will know about what happened. It's a small world after all. But I didn't expect it to happen in such a short period. Someone couldn't keep their mouth shut and must have told them. Someone must have been waiting to get a hold of such an information and feed it to my enemies.

My problem here is not the fact that I lost all of my clients in my Mexico, although this is still a huge problem that needs to be solved, but the fact that there is a traitor in my territory that needs to found the sooner the better to get his punishment. My men know that that information is confidential. So, whoever was the one behind, did it on purpose.

I gave my orders for all my soldiers and underbosses to gather in one of the abandoned hanger in sicilly, for the purpose of an extremely urgent meeting.

I leave my office in the casino and I get there at around four in the afternoon. I was so lost in my thoughts while driving, thousands of what-ifs crossed my mind, that I almost lost control of the console and got myself into an accident.

I park my car and I get out of out. Nevio, who messaged me minutes ago telling me he arrived, joins me in the entrance. We walk side to side inside.

«Relax a little, we will find him sooner or later.» He says.

« There is a fucking traitor between us how the hell can I relax ? »

« Has everyone arrived ? » I ask.

« Yes. They all got here a few minutes ago. They are waiting for you inside. They asked my questions trying to get answers out of me but I didn't give them what they wanted. »

« Good. »

The sound of my shoe hitting the floor echoe in the empty corridor. I keep repeating to myself that I will find him, that he can't hide from me forever.

As we walk in all heads turn in our direction. All my men are gathered in small groups chatting. Probably they are wondering and making speculation about why I brought them here.

My ten underbosses walk to me as soon as they see me and they shake my hand out of respect. Is he one of them ? It could be. Fuck. Then, they retire and return back to their places.

I walk further in the room. When I reach the center, I stop. I am now standing in front of hundreds of men in their black suits. These are my men that some served my father before and me others I chose them myself. I handpicked them in person. I made sure that each one of them is trust worthy and I checked their backgrounds pretty well. The fact that one of them is traitor, stabed me in my back and delivered private information to the outsiders makes me feel so fucking uncomfortable. If I can't trust my men then who the hell am I supposed to trust. I feel like a stranger among them, like I don't know them anymore.

Flashbacks from the period of my father's reign, that have been ghosting me for the last two days, come to my mind again.

I was little, not too little though. Maybe thirteen if my memory serves me well.

It's late in the night. One of dad's underbosses, Marcello, came to the house and they immediately locked themselves in my father's office.

I was about to do my oath and take our tattoo in my forearm to become officially a part of the Cosa Nostra and the future capo. I wanted to know what things I will be dealing with when I am older and I wanted specifically to know what made Marcello come this late at night. So out of curiousity, I went after them and I sit by the door listening carefully whatever they said.