As his words waned, Aidan rasped, "Who?"
Valentini pulled a face. "This is compounding the favor."
Aidan’s mouth firmed. "I’ve already told you that I’ll do what I can with Da. He’s a loose cannon. There’s no controlling him."
"But this is one way I can earn his gratitude. I understand that the Irish and the Italians haven’t been friends for a long time, since before he was even in the Mob, however our grandparents were not like this. The Valentinis ruled with honor. The Fieris—" He spat on the ground. "—were devious fuckers. We are not like this."
"Da won’t listen to reason." Aidan growled. "But if he isn’t open to the suggestion of us backing you, then you can rest assured that I’ll at least arrange a meeting between you where you can argue your position."
"That is all I need to make him see sense." Valentini’s eyes lit up. "A man of honor would not make such a statement lightly."
Aidan scowled at him as he snarled, "I’m aware of this. Now, tell me—who?"
"Your Uncle Padraig."