Chapter 12

"I'd forgotten how draining being a Don was," I said as I sat in the back of the Rolls Royce, one of my trusted men was driving, "it's always the same things just different people," I sighed as I brought the glass of whisky to my lips, gulping it all down. 

He was trained to always listen, but to never respond. It's almost like therapy except that if he so much as gives me a glance that makes me feel like he's judging me, he's dead. 

"I just hope seeing Beauty will make me feel a lot better," I voiced, "I've got patience but I really need a release right now." 

We were driving in the streets of Philadelphia, passing the buildings and the busy streets; the busy lights and fast paced life of these people. I looked out the window, looking at each face, like I used to do when I was much younger and imagined what kind of life they lived. Did they love someone? Did they get fired? Do they have thou