Tension filled the air as the invisible yet thick miasma began to shroud the insides of this luxurious hotel room in Palermo, Sicily. In one glance, the scene in front of Silver would look like a casual business meeting. But it was not. It was something more than a business venture. It's an acquisition, a one-sided annihilation where the winner takes it all.
In their world, people were nothing but pawns, and lives were nothing but tools. Money and influence controlled everything. He was "the" Silver Di Salvo, a Mafia Boss of the the Di Salvo Clan, and tonight was the night that will determine the fate of two influential family inside the powerful umbrella of Cosa Nostra.
He blankly stared at the person sitting in front of him, like a true predator sizing up his prey.
“Signor, I am glad that you heed to my invite,” he said monotonously.
The old man in front of him resembled danger and power, fitting only for the Don of the feared Rossellini Clan who held Palermo for two decades now. But that was before. Before he eyed Palermo as his next target. Before Cosa Nostra knew of this family's treachery.
“Cut this bull, Silver. You very well know that me coming here is not heeding to your invite," the old man was now seething in anger as he spat each and every word.
He chuckled. Gone was black hawk who reigned supreme in the streets of Palermo. What he was seeing right was a powerless man. Ironic but this was the evidence how this man had truly lost his valor and glory. Oh how the mighty has indeed fallen. Rocco Rossellini has finally met his match.
“Well, signor. You very well know, why I am here with you," he grabbed a glass of wine on the table.
He took the goblet on eye-level. He swirled its contents as if he was a seasoned sommelier examining the quality of the wine.
He then gave the man a wry smile.
"It seems that you have something that I want.”
He saw the brewing anger in the old man’s face.
“I’ll never give up Palermo,” the old man said fervently.
“But that's not a matter of choice, signor.”
Rocco's face was suddenly clouded with confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“You have something that I want," he paused.
"...and I have something that you want.”
The man suddenly stood. His fist was now clenching in wrath. Realization have dawned the old folk.
“Figlio de puttanta! What have you done with my daughter!”
He gave a faint smile.
“Sit down, signor. Your daughter will not like it if she saw you so angry right now.”
Rocco followed his orders, though on his face, defiance was painted all over it.
“Where is she?”
“Well, aint we a little selfish, signor. Let’s have an equivalent exchange. You gave me what’s yours and I’ll give you what I have."
“You’ll never get away with this, Silver! The Rossellini Clan will not fall in the hands of you!”
“So you still believe that after Vizzini crushed your defences one by one, the Di Salvo clan wanted to gain control of Palermo?”
He recalled how he sneakily plotted the downfall of this prominent Mafia Clan in Palermo. He leaked out several of their clandestine operations to the police. Their drug dealing was exposed. The smuggling was apprehended. All that’s left with this shit of a clan was their power as the arbiter of the Black Market.
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AkcjaHe had been called a lot of names: the evil incarnate, the devil's advocate, the damnation. Silver had heard it all. The world that he lived in had branded his soul, whatever left of it, with darkness. He ruled Caltanissetta with his ironclad fist...
