Page 154 of Mafia Kings: Dario

“He’s Don Rosolini,I’mDon Rosolini – it all cancels out,” Fausto said good-naturedly.

“Not when you hand out advice as bad asyoudo,” Niccolo snarked.

Fausto sighed in resignation. “The part about me saying the Turk wasn’t behind it?”

“That would be it.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“No, I’mnot.”

“We’re all allowed to be wrong once in a while.”

“Not when my wife’s life is on the line,” Dario said coldly.

I liked when Dario saidmy wife.

“Well, she seems well enough now,” Fausto said smugly. “Ordinarily, I would say she’s come up in the world – from a waitress in a café to a wife in theCosa Nostra.But seeing as she’s a granddaughter of the Oldanis, it might beyouthat’s come up in the world, my boy. Forging an alliance likethat –”

“Fausto?” Dario interrupted.

“Yes?”

“Good to see you,” Dario said. He patted his uncle on the shoulder and then turned away, dismissing him abruptly.

Fausto chuckled. “Be careful, Dario. You might need my help someday.”

“Not today, though,” Niccolo said. “Say hello to Aurelio for us. Or you know what? …don’t.”

Fausto glared at Niccolo and Dario but walked off without saying another word.

“Was that wise?” I asked Dario.

“Look who has a newconsigliere!”Niccolo said with a laugh. “Maybe you’ll listen tohermore than you ever listened tome!”

I gave my husband a reproving look. “Is it smart to be so rude to your uncle?”

“A better question, my love,” Dario said as he kissed my cheek, “is whether he was smart to be so rude towardsus.”

“We’re no longer his teenage nephews,” Niccolo said. “The sooner he comes to terms with that, the better.”

57

Later in the evening, all the brothers came over to me and Dario.

“Are you ready for the honeymoon?” Lars asked.

“Can’t wait,” Dario said.

“Are you and Massimo still coming along?” I asked.

“Of course,” Lars said.

Massimo smiled. “Somebody has to protect the don and his blushing bride on their honeymoon so they can relax.”

“Don’t worry, they’ll stay far enough away that they can’t hear you at night,” Valentino teased.

I smacked him with my bouquet of flowers.

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