Chapter 24: Home Invasion

Dante

I watch Stefan DiMarco as he enters the restaurant we have agreed to meet in; he is dressed in a white button-down t-shirt and grey slacks. His long blonde hair was tied up and when he saw me, his lip twisted into a grin. It made sense for him to come instead of the Padrino himself, seeing as the ‘Ndrangheta are secretive and don’t trust anyone outside of their own family. Understandable, as I feel the same way.

“Dante Dragonetti, a pleasure to finally meet The Dragon himself,” he says and I can’t readily tell if he means that or if it was sarcasm. I get up and shake his outstretched hand and offer him a nod. “Same to you, as you are the future Padrino,” I say, deciding to go for flattery for a change. This sect of the Italian Mafia was impossible to read and extremely volatile when provoked, so I opted to tread carefully.

“Ah, you flatter me. Come, let us sit and discuss this possible union.” He says with a voice laced thick in an Italian accent.

The ‘Ndrangheta moved a part