The Mafia Princess is Back
The driver was already holding the door open.
"Boss," he said with a grim nod. "It's done."
"Good," I said, getting in. "Let's go."
The car pulled away smoothly.
In the rearview mirror, I could still see the chaos unfolding in the apartment building.
Half an hour later, the party was over.
The living room was a war zone. Only Marco and his family were left to survey the wreckage.
Marco sat on the sofa, head in his hands, completely hopeless.
"It's over... Johnson didn't show, Henderson left... all the follow-up deals are dead..."