Time, it always comes down to time. The amount of it can make a small inkling of a difference or the deciding factor between life and death.

“2 days and all we have is a fucking bullshit story blaming the Irish. We all know the fucking Irish didn’t whack Ren. The Cartel isn’t going to admit to fuck-all if they did it. Aleksei sure as shit has no beef with us. His fight has only ever existed with the Cartel and Lucca. We can't just go guns blazing, killing every fucking man that happens to sound like a foreigner because we want revenge. We need to think when it's all clear, let the dust settle,” Vincent states from the big screen in my boardroom.

The high-rise building is a place I conduct legal business. It's owned by the Delroy family in Texas.

The Delroy's hold the biggest latex company in the world.

The building hosted their offices and a few ‘silent partners’ like myself. I didn’t deal in latex. However, I did have a few hands in their other ventures, like artifacts and rare gems.

But the two floors I currently called mine were for the Real Estate agency I kept for legal purposes of my own.

I needed it to be done here. There are things I don’t want anybody finding out

to why Vincent is on a skype call.

sudden. We are all in mourning, some more than

We didn’t talk much about his extra murals with his friends when the

Bray and Aliyana met. And the accidental meetings he stumbled upon between Gabriel and his uncle. Except for a few days ago. He questioned my judgment, he was going to go behind my back and make things right. I was proud of him for standing up to me. I love my siblings, and

those who would want revenge, there weren't many of those who wanted him dead. The handful of people was

already has one little flaw -

back home, but when he did, it was always a fucking Russo. I was gone for most of his time at home; like him, I was pushed into war. But where mine was self-decided, his and the other 4, war was forced upon them. Those kids never stood a chance

came out the least scattered. The others protected him. To what extent? I don't know, but judging by the lost girl who kissed me on that rooftop, I can only

funny how his friends did for him, what his siblings did for him. Yet, still,

is not a bad Capo, but over the years, like any leader, he made mistakes. He caused riffs between those the Catelli's called allies. He almost started a few turf wars,

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