"Salvatore stood in his study, staring at the radar screen. He watched as the two blips representing the helicopters converged, then one disappeared. A grim satisfaction spread across his face.'They're down,' he said, his voice cold and hard. 'Make sure there are no survivors.'He turned to Lorenzo, his eyes glinting with anticipation. 'Send the men to the crash site. I want Alessandro brought back to me, alive. And the girl...dispose of her.'Lorenzo hesitated. 'Are you sure about this, Don Salvatore?' he asked, his voice laced with concern. 'Killing your own son...''He betrayed me,' Salvatore said, his voice rising with anger. 'He chose her over his family. He deserves to die.'He paused, his eyes narrowing. 'And you, Lorenzo,' he said, his voice low and dangerous. 'Don't you ever question my orders again. Is that understood?''Understood, Don Salvatore,' Lorenzo said, his voice trembling slightly.Salvatore turned back to the radar screen, his mind racing. He had to eliminate Alessandro, to protect his family, his legacy. He knew he was making a difficult choice, a painful choice. But he had no other option. He had to do what was necessary, no matter the cost.He knew that Alessandro would fight back, that he wouldn't go down without a struggle. But Salvatore was prepared. He had been preparing for this moment for years. He was Alessandro's father, and he would do whatever it took to protect his family, even if it meant killing his own son."
