Luca hummed softly in response. His eyes remained on Vito, watching the man unravel in real time. "Well," he said at last, straightening, "looks like your daughter’s virginity just created another opportunity for me."
Luca rose to his feet, adjusting his jacket. "I’ll get back to you on that," he added lightly.
He crossed the room once more. As he passed the cabinet, a framed photograph caught his attention. Luca stopped. Reached out. Picked it up.
Two girls smiled up at him from behind the glass. One of them he recognised immediately. The pizza girl from yesterday with the sharp mouth.
Interesting.
"Are these your daughters?" Luca asked casually, still studying the photo.
"Yes... yes!" Vito answered too quickly, scrambling to his feet now, hope clawing its way back into his voice.
"Both of them?" Luca pressed.
"Yes!" Vito exaggerated, nodding hard, sweat dripping down his temples.
Luca tilted his head. "Hmm." His gaze lingered on the girls’ faces, thoughtful. "I guess they look like their mother."
He lowered the photo slightly, eyes flicking to Vito with open contempt. "You," he added flatly, "are just a fat pig."
He placed the photograph back carefully. Then he turned and walked out of the house.
Vito sagged in relief, breath shuddering out of him.
Outside, Luca paused and breathed in deeply. The morning air was crisp, clean. It always amused him how the world kept turning, never stopping.
"I’m going to take a small stroll," he said calmly, adjusting his cuffs. "Feel the air."
Marco nodded.
"You take the car," Luca continued. "Go see Bastardi about the virgin girl. Get him to accept the deal. If he does, tell Scalese to prepare his girl."
A beat.
"If Bastardi refuses," Luca added, eyes darkening just a fraction, "then Scalese better accept my offer. Or I will have his head."
"Do you have your registered gun for protection?" Marco asked.
"This is a safe neighbourhood, Marco. What could possibly go wrong?"
"You can never be too safe," Marco replied.
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