Biker's Forbidden Desire
I asked, my voice instinctively dropping into the low, clipped register of a man who used to wear the crown.
"We have a severe situation, Mr. Moretti," Ricci said, his breathing shallow. "One of our frontline soldiers, Vinnie Greco. He was found dead an hour ago. Executed, two to the back of the head."
"Where?"
"Queens. Right in the middle of our primary numbers racket territory."
"Who did it?"