I met Don Lupara on my veranda overlooking the Bay of Naples. We knew the coward Cyclops had fled to Romania and the general area where he was last spotted. Although the Cyclops “family” had largely been decimated and its remnants absorbed by other families Cyclops still retained a few allies in Naples who knew Don Lupara and I were potential threats as Calabrian’s we had vendettas in our blood for the murder of Ginevra and my unborn child.
The first part of Don Lupara’s plan was to create the allusion of a violent split between Don Lupara and myself to weaken the perceived threat of possible joint action to strike down Cyclops. Quite simple. I was to shoot Don Lupara in a heated argument in front of one of Naples most famous restaurants that one that Cyclops had bombed in an attempt to eliminate Don Lupara. I would shoot him in the arm with a blank! Fake blood would pour out and I would make an orchestrated escape on a scooter. After that I would hightail it to Greece for three months head back to India after that. I would be forgotten. No longer a threat. Then I would pay Cyclops a visit.
A few days later at the restaurant Don Lupara and I sat at an outside table for a meal. There were eyes upon us. After our grilled octopus Don Lupara started shouting at me and threw a wine bottle at my head which grazed it. With blood pouring down my face we had a loud argument. He shoved me to the ground. I stood up and shot him in the arm. The patrons scattered in panic and off I roared off in a motor scooter driven by one of Don Lupara’s men. I was driven to the outskirts of Naples and had a comfortable hidden room in a truck on its way to Athens. I arrived in Athens and checked into a cheap hotel in Vravrona on the outskirts of Athens. My next destination was Samos a Greek Island just off the Turkish coast. Full of German and Dutch tourists but almost no Italians and no Romanians. I could only hope my trail had gone cold….very cold.
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