THIRTY SIX – A BROKEN QUEEN

MASON

I have always known the Italian mafia have establishments in New York City. I even made it a point to find out where every single one of those establishments are located…and avoid them like the bloody plague.

They have dozens of warehouses scattered across the city, and I am only finding out about this one. This means that must have taken great pains to keep it hidden.

But why?

"I dunno if it was a force or something, but someone didn't want us hanging out there." Rob continues.

"We kept getting different warning signs. Sometimes, we'll come to find blood splattered everywhere. But we never listened."

It looks like he's reliving a horror movie. His hands physically trembles, and his face is alarmingly white.

"One evening, me and my guys came to hang out as usual. Ronan, one of us had gone missing since the previous day, and we wanted to strategize on how we were gonna look for 'im."

His eyes fill with tears. He brushes them quickly, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment.

"Sorry