It had been a mistake to go after Hong Cha Young. A huge mistake. Initially, when he realised there was a traitor within his own family, Vincenzo had planned to punish and forgive, however, to threaten the most important person in his life, was beyond stupid. They had made this personal and their punishment would be appropriate, they would come to understand that. Vincenzo held his wine glass up to the light, appreciating the tones of the vermillion liquid within. Rarely a man who dealt in what ifs, his stomach churned at the thought of the men who had tried to break into Cha young's hotel suite and what could have happened had their estrangement been real. His mind flew to the loss of his mother and the guilt he felt at her death. Had he not contacted her she might still be alive. She had been killed purely because of her association with him. When Vincenzo had left Korea, he had briefly considered staying out of Cha young's life, but he told himself, he had made her a promise to return. Even he didn't believe that was the only reason he went back. Now he was putting her in danger again. He twirled the liquid in the glass and considered what would happen if he told her to get out of this world, his world. He took a long sip. He would be lucky if he got out of that conversation alive. A smile spread over his face as he checked his watch. It was almost showtime. Clicking a few buttons on his laptop, he was soon connected to the secret CCTV system newly installed in his home on the island. He twirled the liquid in his glass and crossed his legs, ready to enjoy the show.

Salvatore Silvestri was holding court. He sat at the head of the impressive dining table as the other members of the family surrounded him. To his right hand was his sister, preening as if she was the queen of all she surveyed. Salvatore stood up to speak, a hush fell over the assembly.

'Mi Familia.' He steepled his fingers in front of his lips, head bowed as though in silent prayer. 'I see a plan for us, a plan that will resume our place as one of the most prominent and feared Mafia families. Vincenzo Cassano was weak. He let a woman undermine our family values, he let a woman limit our business interests, a woman and his own misguided morality. We have a unique opportunity, an opportunity to restore our fortunes, and our reputation and make a lot of money, with a resource we have literally outside our door!' He gestured wildly towards the open doors. 'There are families who will pay us handsomely for safe passage through our waters, and indeed, we can move our own 'goods' through those channels.'

Some of the audience nodded their heads, while others murmured in dissent.

Salvatore held up his hands, placating the dissenters. 'This is a business as old as time itself. It may not be pleasant, but business is ugly and brutal if you want to stay at the top. This is exactly that, good business, and we would be stupid not to take advantage of our position and make some significant funds as a result.'

He looked around the room. His tone deepened, and his voice increased in volume. 'Now is not the time for us to be weak! You have listened to the wrong people for too long, those who were not really family, those who would tell you there is a moral code. All that code did was make us look stupid, feeble, pathetic and vulnerable. Our family is under threat and now is the time for us to fight back.'

'Funny you should say that!' Cha young stood at the door, her suit jacket slung over one shoulder. She peered over her sunglasses at the crowd before taking them off and tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

'You! You have some nerve coming here!' Salvatore said. 'You're not even family. You caused all this trouble.'

Cha young sighed theatrically. She turned to her right to introduce Isadora who strutted into the room as if she were on a Milan catwalk. 'But I am definitely family, Uncle.'

'Just who the hell do you think you are!' Salvatore spat.

'I am my father's daughter. I am the descendant of the Cassano family, what do you not understand?'

'You… you two little girls think you can just walk in here and take control of one of the most powerful Mafia families? Are you both out of your mind!' He snorted and indicated to a group of young men to his left. 'Lock them up somewhere, they may be useful.'

'I really wouldn't do that if I were you.' Tony Massullo said, strolling into the room, cigar in hand. He glanced around and indicated the décor with the cigar. 'Nice little place you have here.' He said, before returning the cigar to his mouth.

'What the…' Salvatore's mouth stood open in astonishment. 'What the hell have you done?'

'What the hell are you doing!' Mrs Silvestri leapt to her feet.

'I'm doing what you have always wanted Mother. I am taking my role at the head of the Cassano family.' Isadora said. Cha young coughed pointedly. 'I apologise, we are taking up joint heads of the family, it is a partnership.'

'You can't do that!' Salvatore spluttered.

'I think you might be mistaken about that.' Tony Massullo said happily, as his men gradually drifted into sight.

'What has this gotten to do with you?' Salvatore snapped.

Tony rocked back and forth on his heels. He took the cigar from his mouth and gesticulated as if mulling over a thought. 'When someone attempts to send El Gatto Satsio after me for something I did not do, that person is making trouble for me, for me and my family. I think that makes it my business.' He smiled. 'Not to mention that when two lovely ladies come to me for assistance, how could I refuse and still call myself a gentleman?'

'This is war! You are declaring a war that you can't possibly win!' Salvatore screamed. 'We outnumber you. You come to our island, our home and dare to threaten me, the head of the Cassano family.' Spittle flew from the man's mouth and landed in his beard. 'I am going to make you pay for that. Men, you know what you have to do.'

No one moved. Not one member of the family. They were looking at their mobile phones, reading the message that had just come through from the real boss of the Cassano family.

'I said get them! This is outrageous, you will do what I say!' Salvatore screamed, beating his fists upon the table.

'It's over.' Mrs Accardi said as she stepped forward, mobile phone still in hand.

'What?' Salvatore wheeled around to face her, his cheeks red with fury.

The room was silent as the housekeeper held up the mobile phone to show the smiling face of Vincenzo as he sipped his wine. He toasted the outraged man before putting the glass to his lips again. Vincenzo's voice came over the speakers. 'Thank you ladies, you were magnifico!' He made a chef's kiss motion. 'You know what to do from here. See you soon.'

The phone went blank. Cha young smiled and turned to the besuited men around the table. 'Could you please take them away?'