The final explosive dropped on the president's golf club.
It wasn't the kind that caused an eruption of the demolishing effect.
No, it was a warning. Because as the explosive dropped, it exploded into fireworks.
And right after, the Luce Nera's signature boldly formed in the sky.
The phone rang just minutes after.
"The president," Salvatore said at the top of his voice.
"Answer it, and tell him I'm coming for his seat next," Luciano replied, darkness dripping out of every word he said.
Salvatore grinned. There wasn't a message he loved to pass on than that of doom.
And as he answered that call, he relayed Luce's message with the right vim, and then ended the call.
"Turn the chopper. Our next stop is south of Catana."
Salvatore walked over to Luciano, holding up a larger screen.
"Look at what the news is saying, carpo."
He placed the screen so Luciano could watch it himself.
"All the stations, Luce. At 3am in the morning, this is breaking news."
