登入"You can all go," I said, waving the Capos away. "Vincent. You stay."The others filed out, leaving just Vincent and me in the empty room.Vincent still wore his usual ass-kissing smile. "Don. Is there anything else you need me to handle?"I didn't answer. I picked up another, thinner file from the table."Vincent, I have a question for you." I opened it slowly. "Marco embezzled eight hundred and forty-seven thousand dollars. Why did half of it end up in your mistress Isabella's bank account?"Vincent's smile froze on his face."Don, I... I don't know what you're talking about..."I threw the bank statements in front of him.Every transfer was there in black and white.Vincent’s face turned the color of paper. "Don, I can explain...""Explain what?" My voice went cold. "Explain how you were taking a cut from Marco every month? Ten, twenty, thirty thousand dollars?""Explain how you buried every complaint against him and let him run wild in my club?""Or explain how you lied to my face
I opened the file to the second part. The evidence of Marco’s abuse of his own people.A picture of an old woman appeared on the screen."This is Sal's wife, Anna Moretti."I pressed play. A trembling woman’s voice came through the speakers."My husband Sal... he was loyal to the Grimaldi family for twenty years... He never did a single thing against the family..."Anna’s voice broke. "That day, Marco called my husband to his office... to 'talk'... When Sal came home, his left hand was torn up, his right hand was broken... he couldn't even hold a glass...""Marco threatened him. He said if he didn't take the transfer, he'd make sure he could never work in Chicago again... My husband was forced to sign that fake paper, and they threw him in the warehouse like a piece of trash..."The recording continued. Anna’s sobs grew louder."My husband has nightmares every night now. He's lost over twenty pounds... The doctor says it's severe depression..."The air in the room grew heavier."This i
"We don't go to war yet," I told Antonio calmly. "Let them show their whole hand. Then we close the net."Antonio was silent for a few seconds. "I understand, Don," he said, the disappointment clear in his voice.The next morning, driving to the club, I saw the back entrance was blocked.Three black, unlicensed vans were parked across the alley. A dozen tattooed thugs stood around them, holding baseball bats and crowbars.They were stopping every delivery truck, yelling that they wanted "the Don to explain himself."I stayed in the car, watching through the bulletproof glass. They were just pawns. Street muscle the Romanos were using.They thought they were fighting for "justice."They didn't know they were just pieces on a board, ready to be sacrificed.I took out my phone and sent Antonio a short message:"The fish are biting. Close the net."That night, in the secret conference hall in the mansion's basement.This was the most secure room in the Grimaldi family.Around the massive c
As the guards dragged Bianca from my car, she didn’t leave.She stood in the shadows of the parking garage, staring at me with pure hatred."Nico," she hissed, her voice like a snake. "You think my cousin was the only one skimming for the last five years?"I watched her through the car window. I said nothing."He has someone protecting him!" Bianca laughed, spitting out her last threat. "You're going to regret this! Just wait!"She turned and vanished into the night.I lit a cigar and took a long drag.Marco had someone behind him. I knew that much.A simple club manager wouldn't have the balls to challenge the family's authority so openly.Letting them run was part of the plan. I was waiting for the big fish to come to me.Now, the real game was starting.Two weeks later, late one night.I was in my study going over some files when the encrypted phone rang."Don, we have a big problem!" Antonio's voice was frantic. "There's trouble brewing inside the family!"I put the files down. "Te
I frowned at Marco's pathetic display."'Blood and sweat?'" I repeated his words, my voice like a razor's edge. "Marco, is 'busting your ass' what you call shaking down our own people for 'protection' money?"Marco froze, but he still tried to argue. "Don, it wasn't protection money!" he said, waving his hands frantically. "It was an operations fund! For building connections, recruiting top talent! Look, I brought in over a hundred new people in five years...""Recruiting?" I scoffed. "What about old Sal? A loyal soldier for twenty years. What value did he create for you rotting in a warehouse?"Marco panicked. "Sal... he has a bad temper! He was always fighting with the new guys, bad for morale! I did it for harmony in the club...""Harmony?" I was done listening to his bullshit.I stood up, my voice filling the room. "Marco, I remember your cousin Bianca bragging about a few things."Marco’s face went chalk white."She said you had a plan. A plan to bring your whole family, men and w
The long table in the conference room was filled with the club's top managers.The air was so thick you could barely breathe.The same people who were laughing at me in the back alley were now staring at the floor, scared to make a sound.They finally understood who they had been laughing at.I stood at the head of the room. My voice carried over the microphone."Gentlemen. Today, we're going to talk about loyalty."My eyes swept over their terrified faces."Vincent."Vincent’s head snapped up. Sweat was already beading on his forehead."Last month. The old bartender, Sal. What did you report to me?"Vincent swallowed. His voice shook. "Don, I reported that... Sal was injured in an accident moving liquor in the warehouse. He requested a transfer...""'An accident?'" I sneered.I slammed a file down on the table. The loud crack made everyone jump."This is the report you gave me!" I snapped. "It says right here, in black and white: Sal, a twenty-year man, 'accidentally' broke his leg in







