CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND SEVENTY ONE – THE CONSEQUENCES OF HIS DEATH

The Cesaro family compound was shrouded in an eerie silence as the sun dipped below the horizon. Inside, the tension was palpable. Don Cesaro sat at the head of a long, ornate table, his weathered face etched with concern. Around him, his most trusted lieutenants fidgeted nervously, waiting for him to break the silence. Marco, seated to his father's right, couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach. He glanced at the empty chair beside him, wishing Jasmine was there. But she was back at the Bistro, unaware of the storm that was about to break. Don Cesaro cleared his throat, his voice low and gravelly. "Gentlemen, we find ourselves in a precarious situation. As you all know, General Castillo is dead." A collective murmur rippled through the room. Marco leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "Father, what exactly happened?" Don Cesaro's eyes met his son's, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face before he spoke. "It seems our dear Jasmine had a... confrontation