Page 102 of Dishonored

Angelo frowned. “And what about her?”

Yes.

That …

“Killing her does nothing for your endgame,” Caesar said, shrugging. “Killing her when she will have nothing and no one to fall back on would be like pissing on her grave just for the sake of insulting her. What will she have to use to come back on us after this? Nothing. And beyond that, her reputation will be ruined with her clan—to them, that’s worse than anything she could do to us, trust that.”

Angelo’s gaze narrowed. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“You’re asking me to spare the woman.”

“I don’t see why killing her does you any good.”

“Because she is a problem.”

“But she won’t be,” Caesar countered.

“You do realize I know the amount of times you’ve gone to that woman—the things you’ve been doing behind my back. I know, son.”

“Mmm, you even had pictures, remember?”

Angelo’s gaze flashed with a warning.

Careful, dumbass.

His thoughts were a special breed of hell today.

“Camorra isn’t like Cosa Nostra,” Caesar said, shaking his head, “and just killing them won’t drive your point home. If anything, they will rebuild stronger and better, and come at you in a new way because you were stupid enough to let them think death was all they would have to pay for this. That’s the thing—they don’t fear death. They expect it.”

“Even her?” Angelo asked.

Caesar tipped his hand over, saying, “Especially her. You have to humiliate them—drawing her husband in and killing him by tricking and shaming him is the kind of thing that would make them hesitate to attack us again. They would be far more concerned with upholding their image and reputations as a clan.”

“You do know that you won’t get what you want now—the marriage, I mean. It will go through because of this. We agreed, and you fell through.”

A dry, dark chuckle passed Caesar’s lips.

“What is so funny?” Angelo asked.

“You were never going to let me out of that marriage, anyway.”

Angelo glanced away from Caesar.

He didn’t deny it, though.

Because yeah, he knew how this game went. Angelo simply forgot Caesar was a far better player in the end.

Shame.

It meant one of them was going to have to lose.

It wouldn’t be Caesar.

“But now that the woman is here …” his father said, trailing off with a look in Caesar’s direction.

Great.