Lynda La Plante - Bella Mafia

When Rosa had gone, Graziella gave a small nod for Teresa to offer the visitors the most comfortable chairs. "My other daughter-in-law will join you shortly. I have wine, a favorite of my husband's: Brunello di Montalcino. It would be an honor for me to serve you and toast the memory of Don Roberto."

They could not refuse, and the small glances they passed among themselves was confirmation. The wine was uncorked, wrapped in a fine linen napkin, and Graziella poured it into the fine crystal glasses. She carried a silver tray, a small silver bowl of crackers, to each man. She was servile, charming, murmuring, "Grazie," as they accepted their drinks. She then replaced the tray but did not pour herself a glass. Instead, she stood next to Teresa.

Peter Salerno lifted his glass. "To Don Roberto!"

Graziella crossed herself, murmuring " Grazie."

The men made no attempt at polite conversation. They could feel the tension in the two watchful women, yet there was no antagonism. Teresa opened a box of Havana cigars, Graziella gave a nod, and Teresa offered them to the guests.

Rosa tapped on Sophia's door, then opened it slightly. But Sophia seemed not to notice her niece's presence. She was standing by the closed shutters, half in shadow, and was talking softly to herself. When she finally became aware that Rosa was there, her body froze, her face still in profile, her lips slightly parted. "They are waiting, Sophia."

Sophia did not move, did not answer. As Rosa slipped out of the room, she didn't see Sophia lift her hand and touch the small gold heart.

Rosa closed the double doors into the living room and joined her mother and grandmother silently. The men exchanged glances among themselves, wondering why they were being kept waiting.

At last they heard the click of high heels across the marble of the hall. The door handles turned slowly, and then the doors swung open wide. Sophia paused a moment, framed in the doorway. Her sleek black hair was coiled in a bun at the nape of her neck; her plain black dress was open at the collar. High-heeled black shoes and black stockings made her look stark but demure. The only color was her lipstick, a slash of crimson. She gave them the sweetest of smiles and walked serenely to the center of the room.

Graziella quietly introduced each of the men. They had to rise from their seats, cross the room, and kiss Sophia's hand; she made no move toward them. As they kissed her right hand, they could see that she wore Don Roberto Luciano's ring, the ring that had once belonged to Joseph Carolla.

Sophia gestured for her guests to be seated, then sat, crossing her legs, and not a man there could resist looking at them.

"Gentlemen, I have been named Don Roberto's heir. I am now, and wish it to be known, the head of the Luciano family, and as such I have every intention of running il Papa's companies, apart from those we have already agreed to sell."

Peter Salerno looked at the other men. They sat back, bemused expressions on their faces. Sophia Luciano appeared to be asking for membership in an establishment that had never in its history allowed a woman to take the oath.

Sophia's husky voice continued. "I am fully aware of my father's organization connections, and I leave it to the commission either to ignore my existence or to agree to let me run my business without harassment."

Miano sucked at his cigar, spit, then picked a piece of tobacco from his fat lip. With a dismissive gesture he said, "Signora, no one is going to harass you. What occurred with Michelfe Barzini was most unfortunate-"Forgive me, signor; you say unfortunate. Perhaps that is not a good description. We were treated without respect, almost robbed."

She looked at Graziella, then back to Miano. "Signor, we are no longer interested in negotiation. We still retain the legal rights to the properties under consideration, but now our price has tripled. Furthermore, we will agree to sell only if certain conditions are adhered to. I am against the trade in narcotics, like my father before me, and unless we can be assured that his wishes are respected by the new owners, we will not sell."

Salerno found himself tapped on the arm and pulled close by Salvatore, who murmured to him, keeping his face averted. Salerno, his eyes on Sophia, held up his hand, excusing the interruption. He nodded his agreement; then Salvatore turned, ignoring the women, and discussed something in a hushed voice with Miano and Castellano. The three huddled close, then separated and leaned back.

Salerno was given a small wave of Salvatore's heavily ringed hand. He obviously spoke for them all.

"Signora, there must be some mistake. You have, to our knowledge, already been paid a considerable amount for the businesses."

"You are mistaken. Barzini hired men who physically attacked all of us in an attempt to secure the legal titles to our company without paying for them. Perhaps you should look to those working on your behalf for the return of the funds you wrongly believe to be in our hands."

She touched the gold heart at her throat, as if feeling for a pulse, but her eyes moved from one man's sweating face to the next, finally resting on the shifty-eyed Peter Salerno.

He in turn watched her warily, detecting the anger behind the mask of her face and puzzled by her repeated gesture of raising her hand and placing her index finger on the gold locket at her neck.

"Within ten days you will receive the full transcripts of Don Roberto Luciano's statements that were prepared for the trial in Palermo. They show, clearly, that until the end he was a man of honor, a man who could have been trusted but, tragically, was not. We feel it our right to be given compensation; this, I believe, is your law. If we cannot expect this from you, then we will take whatever action is necessary to ensure that Don Roberto Luciano is given the justice he deserves."

Salerno looked at each man present, then eased forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the carved arms.

"Signora Luciano, all of us here offer you and your family our deep condolences regarding your tragic losses. But we do not have the right to offer you compensation, even if we wished to do so, because that would indicate that we were in some way involved when nothing could be farther from the truth. We are simply businessmen, no more, no less. Nevertheless, we cannot dismiss Michele Barzini's treatment of you, and we wish you to know that he acted without our knowledge. We agree to pay you an extra twenty thousand-"

Sophia interrupted. "Twenty? Twenty thousand?" She smiled coldly. "Your gift is most acceptable, but what we need is assistance in discovering the identities of those men concerned in arranging our beloveds' murders. And financially, we feel we are entitled to Paul Carolla's estate. After all, Joseph Carolla named Roberto Luciano his heir, and now that Paul Carolla is also deceased, we-"

Salerno interrupted. "But Carolla has a son."

Sophia turned to face him, held his eyes, and he gave way, looking down at his hands.

"Luka Carolla is wanted for the murder of my children, Signor Salerno. Furthermore, he was adopted; Paul Carolla leaves no blood heirs."

Graziella signaled that she wished to speak to Sophia, and with a small inclination of her head as if to apologize to her guests for the interruption, Sophia went to her side, unintentionally bending away from the men, listening and masking Graziella's whispered words. Salerno took the opportunity to confer with Miano, who was becoming impatient.

The four men waited as Sophia returned to her chair, but they remained standing. Salerno coughed. "Signora, we are aware that this property was owned by Paul Carolla and was recently signed over to Signora Graziella Luciano. When there is a meeting in the near future, we can discuss Paul Carolla's estate, but until that time I am unable to say if any of it can be handed over to you."