Married To The Devil
Flashback
Age 19
Standing in the ruins of what had once been Salvatore "The Butcher" Bianchi's territory- a streach of Brooklyn docks where shipments disappeared, men turned up in the Hudson, and loyalty was bought with fear.
Tonight, it would be mine.
Bianchi’s men were on their knees, hands zip-tied behind their backs, their faces swollen from Enzo’s fists. The Butcher himself sat in a chair in the center, his once-immaculate suit now torn, his lip split.