The message went out into the network. Into the whisper chain. Into the world of women who would read it over coffee and understand exactly what it meant. That the Valente alliance was over. That the Boss's wife had ended his bloodline before he even knew it existed. That Grazia Ferrante had made a decision she couldn't take back.
I set the phone down on the marble table. The screen went dark.
The house was very quiet.
Grazia's POV
Only a few seconds after I posted the photos, my phone lit up like a switchboard. Notifications stacked on top of each other, one after another. I read through the reactions slowly, deliberately, the way you'd read a hand of cards laid face-up on the table. Not a single one came from Simone's crew. Not Rocco, not Dario, not Luca. I doubted they hadn't seen it. They'd seen it. They were probably already on the phone with him, huddled around the back booth at the social club, figuring out how to contain the damage.
Let them.