"All set." I had my assistant bring the document over and handed it to him. The operational transfer papers — every front business, every territorial holding, every laundered revenue stream the Montecarlo name controlled, signed over in trust for a child who carried not a single drop of Montecarlo blood. "Carina's still too young, so as her father, you'll sign on her behalf and hold it in trust until she's of age."
Dante couldn't grab the pen fast enough. He signed without reading a single line.
I glanced at the signature, then passed the document to my assistant. "Get this to the Consigliere immediately. The agreement takes effect now."
At those words, Serafina couldn't contain herself. She laughed out loud.
I raised an eyebrow. "Signorina Conti, what's so funny?"
She pressed two fingers to the hollow of her throat, but the mockery swimming in her eyes was barely contained. She might as well have stamped the word idiot across my forehead.
"Oh, nothing. I just realized that some people think they're so clever, when really they're dumber than livestock. Standing at the edge of their own grave, grinning like fools. That level of stupid? They deserve whatever's coming. Don't you agree?"