Loving you slowly

the dark velvet curtains and the aged leather chairs. A storm brewed outside the Moretti es

of blood-red Chianti swirling lazily in his hand. The dim chandelier above cast fractured

voice like gravel. "They wanna play fuc

heir. Young, but dangerous. Dangerous because he was cold

n't touched his drink. He was never one for indulgence. His mind was

oice smooth as silk but edged with steel. "T

ini, an older man with silver hair and dead eyes. "We hit them fast, we hit t

te. Barking mutts just shit on th

k. "You've always had a poetic

tepped Rocco, the capo from their Eastside crew. His face was pale, rainwater dripping fro

up straighter.

rehouse on 43rd. Two of our guys-Luca and Sandro-they're fuc

ll like a

his untouched drink across the room. It hit the wall wit

o his feet. "Those sons of bi

nd his back. "They've got balls, I'll giv

fist on the table. "That warehouse was supposed t

outside. Must've been inside help. C

ated, eyes narrowing. "Yo

itated. "

a chair, and hurled it at the wall. W

growled. "And when you do, I want his

t done," Ro

Alessandro asked, calmer now, bu

nt in Jersey. Surrounded by security," Vito

les. "Then we don't giv

mind?" the Don aske

"We hit something close to

're suggesting we

thinking bigger. We don't just kill his men-we dismantle his

n with something close to p

," he

off the suppliers. Next, the banks. Hit 'em with fake audits. Freeze

im dry," Vito mutt

ke frost. "It's a message. You fuck with the

essandro stood, the weight of years

inally. "Make it

ea

stard lives just long eno

l carve regret into

your crew ready. We start with the docks tomo

ned to leave, already dia

hind him, Vito turned

will be

glass of wine-poured

alway

thunder

was alread