“Of course not,” Leda said hastily, bursting my bubble. “And this is not the time for those talks just yet.”
“Says you?” another asked. “Why not?”
“Because we haven’t even started the fight yet,” I finally interjected. “We have to win first.”
“I’m not looking to trade one D’Agostino for another, even if this one is easier on the eyes,” one of the capos growled, his eyes on Leda and not on me. “I’m not looking to get fucked again.”
I wanted to gut the fucking capo right where he stood. But before I had a chance to speak, Leda did.
“I’m not my father,” she said coolly. “I don’t want to replace him. All I want is to take him down, same as you. What happens after is for the different families to decide. But to start dividing territories, claim spoils, and determine who gets what is how we lose. This war will be bloody, and we’ll lose if we start fighting the next one before this is even over.”
Her declaration opened up another round of questions, and by the time the last capo had given Leda his opinion of what should have been done, it was almost midnight.
I had to trust Leda that this was going to work, but somehow, I only saw my future slipping away.
I felt like I was getting robbed.
And the worst part of it all?
It was Leda who did the robbing.