CINQUE

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ELENA

WITH the sufficient evidence at hand, they can finally take action against the planned coup. Currently, Elena and her brothers were rounding up those involved, from high ranking capos to newly instated soldiers. It was such a shame to see that many who lacked faith in her father's skills. But no matter, they'll soon regret their decisions.

To reduce the risk of the traitors escaping and potentially ruining their plan, the confrontation was held in Milan. Covered up as a family dinner, those who held high positions in the mafia were invited to attend. It was to serve as a warning and a challenge to those who doubted her father.

Elena wandered aimlessly around the estate, stopping every now and then to stare at a random painting that decorated the walls of the manor. She nursed a glass of wine as she tried to entertain herself. Soon, she found herself entering the foyer where her uncle was being greeted by the head butler.

"Zio Giovanni! È bello vederti!" Uncle Gionvanni! So good to see you! Elena feigned happiness as she trotted over to the older man, giving him a tight hug. As she released him from her hold, she greeted the other arriving capos with a nod of her head.

Thankfully, those who arrived with her uncle remained neutral on the situation. But, that didn't let them off the hook. At any moment, they might try to do the same as her uncle. The last thing her father needed was to be weary of those who worked under him.

"Mia cara Elena, diventi bella ogni volta che ti vedo" My dear Elena, you grow beautiful each time I see you Elena smiled at the compliment, lightly slapping her uncle's shoulder.

Her uncle looked restless, but she couldn't blame him. When you suddenly lose contact with your fellow conspirators, Elena would be nervous too. But despite the uneasiness, her uncle still looked confident, confident in overthrowing her father. What a foolish man he was.

He had few supporters, a handful of capos who thought that the mafia should only be inherited by the eldest son and a few soldiers who could be easily manipulated with the promise of money. Compared to Alessandro, who had most of the mafia on his side and three competent children, Giovanni was outmatched.

"Giovanni, mio ​​caro fratello!" Giovanni, my dear brother! Elena took a step away from her uncle, looking up to see her father at the top of the staircase. Beside him stood her mother, gripping tightly onto her father's arm. There was a distinct frown etched onto face, her nervousness for tonight's plan evident.

Her mother was never fond of violence, doing everything she can to distance herself from the dark side of the family business. She went as far as temporarily staying in the neighboring city if their father brought business to the family estate. So to make the family dinner as convincible as possible, she had to attend. Even if it meant seeing some grotesque things.

"Alessandro! Caterina!" Giovanni greeted as he climbed up the steps. He shook her father's hand and greeted her mother with a nod of his head. "È passato troppo tempo! Questa cena in famiglia è attesa da tempo!" It has been too long! This family dinner is long overdue!

Dinner soon started as everyone filtered in the dining room. As usual, her father sat at the head of the table, with her mother and Valentino sitting by his sides. Elena took her seat beside her mother as Santino sat by Valentino.

Before the meals were served, her father started an unnecessarily long speech about trust and loyalty. Elena sat restlessly, her leg bouncing up and down. During the whole time, she feigned disinterest as she usually was at events like these.

"Abbiamo preparato i pasti esattamente secondo i tuoi gusti, Giovanni" We've prepared the meals exactly to your tastes, Giovanni Her father said as he waved for the servants. In a single file, they came walking in with silver platters on their hands. For maids and butlers, they sure know how to keep a straight face. "Questo è un ringraziamento per quanto hai lavorato duramente per la famiglia" This is a thanks for how hard you've worked for the family

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