Silently, he escorted Daniela out of the physician's wing, took her to a quiet restaurant the Family owned on Mulberry Street, made sure she got home safely with a driver and an armed escort, and only then headed to the social club.
The moment he stepped through the back entrance, Marco Benedetti fell into step beside him.
"Boss. Don Salvatore has returned to the country. He's called an emergency sit-down with all the Capos in the back room. They're waiting."
Without much reaction, Dominic turned and began walking toward the meeting room. His silver Zippo appeared in his hand, turning end over end between his fingers in that slow, meditative rhythm.
As he walked, he instructed casually, "Buy a few of the latest luxury handbags and some jewelry. The high-end pieces."
Marco nodded, checking his watch with a brief, mechanical glance before giving a single nod.
"Of course, Boss. I'll have someone deliver them to Miss Ferraro's residence right away."
Dominic stopped walking. The lighter went still. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Send them to the old Rossetti estate."