"No way Signor Giovanni gave permission for the DNA test," Salvatore said.
Luciano's eyes twinkled with mischief, as he chuckled. "Sometimes Salva, you have to force a man's hand. Don't forget that."
Vittorio refilled his glass because he had downed the first one in one swig. "So what's the verdict?" He asked.
"No, not yet. Just give me the document, doc. I want both Giovanni and Natalia to be here when it's read."
"First you don't get a man's permission before taking a DNA test on his behalf. And now I'm just supposed to give the result to you? Are you trying to get my licence seized?" Doctor Hernandez queried.
"I'd love to see who would dare do that. They'd clean the ground your feet walk on with their tongues, before I pluck it out and feed it to our dogs."
Salvatore whistled, the visuals most pleasing to him.
"Luce, violence isn't always the option." Elio shook his head.
