A visit from the consigliere – submitted to MicroBookends

Five thousand dollars for the hit.

All his money, but what price his daughter’s honour?

His daughter and this bar. That’s all he had. And he would protect them.

A waiter hurried inside. ‘Hey, Rigo. Alley table. Here to see you’

Sparafucile sat outside, fat as the Toscano in his mouth, hands laid out on a briefcase.

He motioned for Rigo to sit down.

“You know what this is?”

Rigo’s mouth went dry; all he could hear was Le Donne e Mobile playing on the jukebox.

“….five G’s, doused in a hitman’s blood”

Sparafucile made to leave. The shadows of two capos drew close.

‘We’re disappointed Rigo…thought we were family.’

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A visit from the consigliere – submitted to MicroBookends

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