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don saluzzo
Things have been difficult without Alberto Saluzzo around to keep his wolves in line. They don't implicitly trust Demetri, but they don't have any other options; he's their first choice's first choice. Besides, the unusual structure of famiglia Saluzzo made it far too difficult to hand over to just any fratello. The blind trust in Alberto Saluzzo to always make the right call without question makes the famiglia an intimidating beast to wrangle.
Not that there are many Saluzzos left at the moment. Many of them have been expelled from Nuova Volsinii pending an investigation into their fraudulent certifications, returned shamefully to Brunello where Alberto awaits the outcome of his investigation. Things would likely go smoother for him if Demetri were to allow him access to the Saluzzo Vino legal team, with intimate knowledge on the unique laws of Nuova Volsinii.
He won't, though. He can't risk the entirety of Saluzzo Vino being deported.
Still, Not a day goes by that Saluzzo wolves don't throw open Demetri's door and start to bark at him for not doing enough to assist Alberto, how he's so clearly aligned with the disgraced Bellone, and every time he answers in the same level tone, no longer even bothering to look up from his paperwork anymore.
"If Saluzzo Vino is tied up with Alberto's personal agenda, all of us will be expelled from the city, and there won't be any wineries left for Saluzzo to attend to by the time our names are cleared. Alberto is a big boy, he can handle a little bit of jailtime. " He looks up, over the top of his glasses. "Or should I tell him you think so little of him?"
He has been at this long enough that controlling mafiosi is as easy as controlling the fingers on his hands. Of course there was nobody else qualified enough to wrangle famiglia Saluzzo but Demetri Certaldo, who has been raised and moulded by famiglia since he was only a pup. He knows their inner mechanisms intimately; of course he will not let Famiglia Saluzzo crumble in Alberto's absence.
He plans to pull it out from under him.
Not that there are many Saluzzos left at the moment. Many of them have been expelled from Nuova Volsinii pending an investigation into their fraudulent certifications, returned shamefully to Brunello where Alberto awaits the outcome of his investigation. Things would likely go smoother for him if Demetri were to allow him access to the Saluzzo Vino legal team, with intimate knowledge on the unique laws of Nuova Volsinii.
He won't, though. He can't risk the entirety of Saluzzo Vino being deported.
Still, Not a day goes by that Saluzzo wolves don't throw open Demetri's door and start to bark at him for not doing enough to assist Alberto, how he's so clearly aligned with the disgraced Bellone, and every time he answers in the same level tone, no longer even bothering to look up from his paperwork anymore.
"If Saluzzo Vino is tied up with Alberto's personal agenda, all of us will be expelled from the city, and there won't be any wineries left for Saluzzo to attend to by the time our names are cleared. Alberto is a big boy, he can handle a little bit of jailtime. " He looks up, over the top of his glasses. "Or should I tell him you think so little of him?"
He has been at this long enough that controlling mafiosi is as easy as controlling the fingers on his hands. Of course there was nobody else qualified enough to wrangle famiglia Saluzzo but Demetri Certaldo, who has been raised and moulded by famiglia since he was only a pup. He knows their inner mechanisms intimately; of course he will not let Famiglia Saluzzo crumble in Alberto's absence.
He plans to pull it out from under him.
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He complies immediately, assuming Demetri is going to give him a bank account to which he can send a hefty repentance, or an address to attend to grovel at the feet of Don Bellone or his pup. His hands shake terribly, but as long as it’s legible, it’s fine; Demetri already knows he’s petrified, and there’s no point in making a poor attempt to hide it.
He looks up to Demetri expectantly, hoping he looks every bit like a man who understands he has done wrong by Famiglia Bellone and is ready to accept his due punishment. He doesn’t expect to get what he asks for so soon.
Without another word, the barrel of Demetri’s gun moves from pointing at his face to pointing at his hand, shooting straight through the back of it. The non-dominant hand… the hand without the pen.
Demetri holsters the gun.
“You work for Famiglia Bellone, Signor,” The coldness in his voice is unexpected, and the man remembers all too late that no bad deed goes unpunished when you get into bed with the mafia. “Only Famiglia Bellone.”
He nods his head, the pain in the hole of his hand excruciating. He can see through to the plasterboard table beneath it.
“Go get that patched up. Carry that pain with you, and every time it aches from now until the day you die, I hope it serves to jog your memory of what happens to you when you try to cross the famiglia.”