None of them had. I could feel the silence in the room behind him pressing against my back like a held breath. The Don's wife had just agreed to sever the blood-alliance between the Rossetti and Valente families, and she'd said it the way someone orders coffee. Tomasso didn't understand what he'd just been given. He wouldn't. Not yet.
His friends all wore expressions that said they'd seen this coming a mile away.
"Really."
I nodded. "Have the divorce papers drawn up and signed for me. Tomasso, the syndicate you run now is one we built together. If we're getting divorced, I'm taking half. That's fair, isn't it?"
"More than fair. Take all of it if you want. It's just a formality anyway!"
He shot his buddies a cocky look, and the whole group burst into applause and whistles. The sound bounced off the hospital corridor tiles, sharp and hollow, the way men celebrate when they think they've already won.
"Tomasso, you legend! Living the dream with a woman on each arm. Can't even be jealous!"
My eyes were ice. He didn't notice.