Trapped By The Mafia Don
Crossing the Russo Famiglia and assassinating their new Don might throw the organization into chaos briefly, but I have brothers and loyal soldiers that would happily hunt these two pricks down and flay them alive.
We walk across the lot and stop as the brothers get out of their truck. Joey's face is a mess of bruises, his nose pulped, purple-black rings around each eye, and he glares at me, that massive bastard. He's even bigger than Nico, and Nico's huge. I'm no small guy myself, easily over six feet and packing mostly muscle, but Joey's like a bear and I'm more like a tiger. He's big and burly. Too bad he's the one walking with the limp and sporting an extremely ugly and colorful face.
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