Page 45 of Niccolo (Mafia Kings #7)

Sofia

F austo ordered a foot soldier to inform Aurelio we were leaving. “Tell him we’re going to the farmhouse near Modena.”

Thirty minutes later, Fausto’s entire fleet of vehicles hit the road.

Aurelio sped off ahead of us in a Lamborghini. He had refused to speak to his father before we left and wasn’t answering his phone.

“Fuck him,” Fausto snarled and shoved his phone back in his pocket.

As far as I knew, Fausto’s foot soldiers still had no idea we were at war with Dario and his brothers.

I figured they knew there was some bad blood, but I doubted any of them had a clue as to why things had escalated so suddenly.

And in the absence of facts, gossip and rumors always take their place.

“Do your men understand why we’re leaving Tuscany?” I asked Fausto as the Rolls sped through the darkness.

“Because I said so,” he answered.

“We might want to give them a better explanation than that.”

“Their explanation is that I pay their fucking salaries,” he snarled.

I didn’t press it any further…

But I thought to myself, What a monumental prick.

I was beginning to see why Aurelio had turned out the way he did.