Soon...

Kingston

I take a deep drag on the cigarette while silently enjoying the agony of Thomas Ventura, who is currently being purified in the flames for all the sin and intransigence he has committed during the last few years as one of the most respected underboss in New York.

the power managed to blind yet another man.

Fools...

Greed for power would only lead them to the grave.

The seven underbosses formed a circle as they watched Thomas' last screams, none of them showing any pity for the underboss's fate, their faces wearing the mask of tranquility I knew so well.

But inside? deep inside them maybe they were afraid, that fear would make them rethink their attitudes before committing something that would make me turn against them.

I knew that everyone in that circle wanted my place, however, they didn't have enough strength and power to fight for the position against me.

my lungs burn as I hold the nicotine inside them and I finally exhale, letting the intoxicating sensation reach my ne