Ten: You’re Playing With Fire

DAMIEN

The scent of rich tobacco filled the air as, my father and the leader of The Underground Mafia, Vincent Hunter, addressed the room. His voice was smooth yet commanding, cutting through the haze of smoke that hung heavy in the dimly lit space.

“Alright, let’s cut to the chase,” he began, his tone making room for no opposition. “We need to discuss the expansion of our territory. The Brotherhood is encroaching on our turf, and we need to send them a message.”

His words sparked a flurry of murmurs and nods of agreement from the assembled men, each one eager to contribute their thoughts on the matter. Giovanni, one of my father’s trusted lieutenant, was the first to speak up.

“We could send a few of our boys to pay them a visit,” he suggested, his voice gruff with authority. “Remind them who runs this town.”

Of course, Giovanni was one known for his brute force. But I couldn’t help but feel like a more strategic approach should be used.

“No, that’s too direct,” Salvatore countered,