Nel frattempo, una notte rientrando a casa, Luke ha sentore che qualcuno lo stesse aspettando. Nel soggiorno era visibile una luce tenue. Luke riconobbe immediatamente il profumo che esalava nella stanza. Sentì un tuffo al cuore, sapendo che Lola era ritornata, perché mai? Forse che l’amava ancora?
Ma Lola diabolicamente aveva teso le sue reti per ammagliarlo. Stava distesa sul divano languidamente, unicamente vestita con un trasparente neglige lasciando provocatamente i suoi seni ben in vista. Quando comprese che Luke stava venendo nella stanza, aveva spudoratamente aperto le sue cosce lasciando intravedere il suo sesso.
“Ti stavo aspettando, Luke.”
“Che buon vento ti ha riportata a me? Ritorni come una moglie fedele e affettuosa?”
“Sono per te per una notte, Luke. Sai bene che sei l’unico, che sa donarmi il completo piacere sessuale come amante”
“È questo l’unico motivo? Vattene allora Lola! Vai all’inferno, e non farti più vedere”
Lola si sentì offesa mentre in lei meditava il modo di vendicarsi.
La seguente settimana Luke incontra nuovamente suo cugino Michael. Sebbene appartenesse alla Famiglia dei Liotta, la loro amicizia fu sempre al disopra degli affari delle loro famiglie. Michael confida a Luke che ha saputa come un contratto era stato inviato alla malavita per la sua uccisione
‘Al momento non posso dirti di più ma ti terrò informato, Luke.’
Alcune sere più tardi Luke è lasciato per morto sul selciato della strada da un gruppo di assalitori. Si riprende presto, con l’aiuto di Rossana, ed avviene presto che l’amichevole attrazione si tramuta in amore che ha radici nel passato quando la loro attraziazione stava originandosi e distirbata dalla cupidicia di Lola, sorella di Rossana.
Luke riceve un messaggio da Michael che ha informazioni urgenti.
Si incontano la sera stessa e Michael dice, “Ho saputo che la taglia per la tua vita viene da Garrone. Posso farti un’offerta da prendere in considerazione.”
“Non e’ una sorpresa che Garrone sia dietro la faccenda. Cosa puoim offrirmi? Questa è una faccenda privata che devo risolvere da solo.”
“Piu’ tardi devo fare una consegna ed ho bisogno di una spalla, giusto in caso, Ho pensato che tu puoi essermi di aiuto in cio’.”
“devi sapere, Michael, che non voglio essere essere in questi affari selle nostre Famiglie. Inoltre apparteniamo a famiglie diverse”
It was a long week for Luke, following Vito, his brother’s killer and planning to ambush him.
‘Everything must be studied properly and nothing left to luck or chance. That was what I learned training with the commandos. I must plan every single thing to perfection. Failing would get me back in jail. And this time no parole and I’ll get out from there an old man. As a callous killer I would be sentenced to spend the full term, twenty years or more, segregate in a high security cell. By the time I get out no passion would be left in me. I would be empty. I would lose interest in life, no one would love me, and without family. My dreams would be gone and buried for ever. I would be old and rotten. Perhaps not so old in years; may be just over fifty, but my possibilities, would be gone for ever. Aspiration for a career and a happy life, with a good wife and some children would be nothing but dreams.
‘I would be branded with the mark of a criminal and the community would treat me as such. The stigma would be there for the rest of my life, alone, without friends.’
Luke realized the grim reality in front of him and wondered if he should take justice into his own hands for the Family’s benefit, or should he refuse?
Sure, it was a debt of honor, and his Family expected him to settle it. Something they said he must do. But if something went wrong he, and not the family, would be the one to pay the consequences of that crime. So that’s reason enough for him to be careful and not leave behind any proof to incriminate him, proof that the police would use to implicate him, to put him back behind bars.
Luke was digesting the possibilities of success in committing that crime,
‘Why have I to respect Cosa Nostra laws and belong to such a world? Why do I have to kill? Do I really have such an obligation to my Family? Why am I not free to choose my own way? Why don’t I listen to Rossana and divorce my family?’
And finally going on with his thoughts, ‘I’m not a coward. I will do this and then I will go on my own way. I’ll live a free life as do others. After all, I am an Australian. I was born here and have never been to Calabria. So, I’m not subjected to those antique laws of the ancient world.’
Now that he had reached a decision, he felt free from the torment inside his soul. He had reached an inner calm.
In a short time, he learned about Vito’s habits. He worked as a bouncer in a bar near the Trocadero, and drove to work in his car. He parked it in a near dark back lane. He knew that Vito finished work at two in the morning. At that time, the lane, where his car was parked, was deserted and badly illuminated.
‘The right place, the right time, it will take me only a few minutes to do the job and I’ll be back in the Trocadero before anybody has time to notice my disappearance and I’ll create a strong alibi.’
He asked the Family to deliver him a gun for the next night a few minutes before two o’clock.
He reached his hiding position at the time Vito came out into the lane from the back entrance and was partially blinded by the sudden outside darkness. It was working in the way Luke had planned.
He called him, “Vito I’m here to revenge my brother’s killing three years ago. Time has come for you to pay.”
Luke pulled the trigger twice. The sounds of the explosions were deadened by the silencer and only two short orange flames became visible in the darkness. The bullets entered Vito’s face and a muted rattle exited from his throat.
He fell into the gutter at the side of the lane. His blood poured into a stagnant pool of dirty water and colored it vermillion. There was a death rattle and then silence. The Caruso’s debt was paid.
Luke walked rapidly out of the lane to the waiting Family car. He returned the gun and gloves to the driver.
‘Tell the Godfather, the job is done.”
Then he returned to the Trocadero. He checked the clock at the bar. He had been away eight minutes. He sat on a high stool, and ordered a double scotch on the rocks.
Three days had passed since Luke had shot Vito. During that time, he never tried to contact the Family and he just went about normal business. The next day on the TV news, Vito’s killing had been mentioned with the comment it was a possible war between drug dealers. But nothing else was mentioned later. So far, the police had no clues to the murder, but just in case, Luke felt secure with his alibi at the Trocadero. In such a crowded place, the eight minutes he had been away wouldn’t have been noticed. People will tell they saw him there at the time of the killing.
Luke kept a low profile doing the usual things and meeting the same people and being in the Club in the evenings. It was time for him to think seriously of his future.
Over the last few afternoons, when only a few people were around at the Trocadero, he sat at the piano and composed a new song. It was a song of love and hope, a sweet-sour melody that the public would like, with the good lyric and an easy to remember tune. He had composed it keeping Rossana in mind. It was his song of love for her.
Rossana had always been sweet to him, since the old days, well before he met Lola, and she had always let him know that she cared for him.
Luke was waiting for her that afternoon. He wrote the verses for her so she could sing them, while he played the tune on the piano. He hoped she would like the new song, and would understand the message written for her, the cry of the man looking and hoping for a new love after his life had been shattered by destiny.
They spent the afternoon together. Rossana liked the song and they rehearsed it till they thought it was tuned to perfection. Then they sat with a cappuccino in front of them,
“I will sing your song to my audience this weekend and I want you to be the soloist at the piano. It will create some popularity for you, my sweet man. And thanks to the thought and dedication of this song to me.”
“Yes Rossana, you mean a lot to me. I made a mistake when I chose Lola, and married her. I should have asked you instead. You were the one that introduced me to her, do you remember that?”
“It had always been the same way with Lola. Since we were at school, she took away my boyfriends. She had a perverted joy in doing that. The bitch was doing it only for the pleasure of seeing me cry.”
“I believe that. I have finally come to know the real Lola.”
“It happened in her usual way. When I talked about you the first time, I told her, that I liked you. She snapped you away from me and in no time, she drowned my dreams. What I know was that within two months you were married. So, I had to withdraw silently in a corner to weep. She is my sister, but I hate her for what she had always done to me. She is a Puta. The bitch never has enough men to satisfy her lust and greed.”
“You are most likely right on that point. I realized recently her great lust and greed. A few nights ago, she told me clearly that I’m not good enough for her. She had used me in the same way she had used you. She will never chance.”
“Within a week of you being arrested she had moved in with Garrone. He had been her lover for many years. Not because there was any love in her, only because he’s rich and he could buy her so many luxuries. She, even now, lives with Garrone only for the love of his money and power.”
“One day I will settle this personal matter with Garrone.”
“It is better you forget about him. He is too powerful and rich. I get the idea that he was the one that paid the contract to have you out of his way to be free with Lola. It’s only my thought and I haven’t any proof of this.”
“It could be possible, Rossana. That’s always been my opinion also. One day I’ll get to the bottom of the matter. That day will be quite an interesting one, I’m sure.”
“Don’t be foolish, Luke, I don’t intend to lose you a second time.”
“Hey Rossana, what are you doing next Saturday? It will be Salvo’s, my nephew, tenth birthday party at the Calabria Club. Would you like to come with me?”
“Yes, I’ll like to come with you. I hope in the future we can share many days together.”
It was late in the evening when a tap on the shoulder made Luke turn around on his stool at the bar. It was Michael with his usual large smile.
“You look much better since the last time we met. The fresh open air has done miracles for you.”
“You are right there. I have also moved into the Trocadero’s life again, Michael. At least here lights and music go on for ever, and nobody tells me when it’s time to go to bed.”
“You deserve a good time after all. But have you made up your mind how to earn some money? If you want good easy money, there is always a position available as a courier with me, Luke.”
“Not for me Michael, that is Liotta’s business. Remember I’m a Caruso, so I’ll not be welcome in.”
“Yes, we are cousins but we sit on opposite sides of the fence. But our families can’t stop us from being as close as brothers, can they?”
“You are right there. Our mothers had taught us that. We grew up together and we shared all our problems since we were kids. But tell me, where have you been in the last week? I haven’t seen you around.”
“I was in Melbourne for some large deliveries. Some grass, which I fetched in Griffith. As you know the Italians living there are keen to diversify with their crops for a good profit.”
“Well, I wish you luck. In such a job you need a lot of it.”
“Sure, but remember, I got ten grands for only three days on the road. By the way, I have to warn you, Luke. I heard rumors, both in Melbourne, and from my family. Someone has put a contract on you. The contract is huge, and I’m sure someone will be interested.”
“Do you know who set the contract?”
“I only know it’s someone from Melbourne, but I’m not sure who it is. As soon as I get his name I’ll pass it on. Take my advice Luke, it is better you go away for some time and let things cool off.”